«How?»
«He quoted Hofstader: antitrust is ‘a faded passion of reform.’ And Galbraith: modern technology has brought about the ‘industrialized state.’ Competition, per se, is no longer a viable, built-in regulator. The huge economic resources demanded by our technology bring about a concentration of financing… Once this is accepted—and the law has to deal with practicalities—it’s the government’s responsibility, and the law’s, to act as the regulator, the protector of the consumer. The civilizer, if you will… Put in blunt terms, the country needed the Bellstar products. The company was going under; there was no one else but Genessee Industries who had sufficient economic resources to assume the responsibility.»
«He said that?»
«Almost verbatim. It wasn’t so clear in the decision; at least, not to me. He told me I wasn’t the best student he’d ever met.»
«But if he believed that, why didn’t he just say so? Why did he tell you all the rest of it?»
Sam Vicarson got out of the chair; there was a restless, uncomfortable expression on his face. «I’m afraid I forced him. I said that if I didn’t understand the Bellstar decision, if I thought it was suspect—and for the record, I’m considered a bright bastard—then he had an obligation to make a public clarification. He flatly refused. No way; he was adamant. I felt awful, but I told him he was copping out, and I wouldn’t buy it. I was going to subpoena him.»
«I would have done the same thing.»
Vicarson was by the hotel window, staring out at the Boise skyline. «He didn’t expect that; I don’t think he realized we had subpoena powers.»
«Honored in the breach, I hope,» said Trevayne. «We haven’t used them.»
Vicarson turned. «It shook him, Mr. Trevayne. It was a terrible sight. And it wasn’t for himself; you’ve got to believe that.»
Trevayne got out of the chair and stood facing the young man. He spoke quietly but firmly.
«Write the report, Sam.»
«Please …»
«Don’t file it. Give it to me. One copy.» Andrew walked to the door. «See you at eight o’clock. My room.»
23
The coffee table served as a communal desk. The reports and memoranda were in file folders in front of each man. The conference in Trevayne’s room had begun with Alan Martin’s description of Ernest Manolo, president of the Lathe Operators Brotherhood of the District of Southern California and the all-powerful negotiator of the AFL-CIO. According to Martin, Ernest Manolo looked like a twelve-year-old bullfighter.
«He travels with his own picadors; two big fellows, they’re always flanking him.»
«Are they guards?» asked Trevayne. «And if so, why?»
«They are, and he needs them. Fast Ernie—that’s what he’s called, Fast Ernie—has a goodly share of resentful brothers in his brotherhood.»
«Good Lord, why?» Andrew was sitting next to Sam Vicarson on the couch. «He got them a hell of a settlement.» Vicarson started to interrupt as Martin answered quickly.
«Sam knows. It was in his bio material. Incidentally, buddy,» said Martin to the young attorney, «that was a good job.»
«Thanks,» answered a subdued Vicarson. «It wasn’t hard. When he was running for office he had a lot of promotion material circulated. Easy to zero in on.»
«That’s why he travels with his two friends,» continued Martin. «Fast Ernie’s twenty-six years old. He had to jump over a lot of seasoned union stewards to get the job. Most of them don’t like the way he did it.»
«Which was how?» asked Mike Ryan, sitting across from Martin.
«A lot of the hard-hat brothers think he used dirty money. They figure it had to be dirty, because he had so much of it. He brought into office with him a whole new breed of union management. Young, bright, college-educated. They don’t shout arguments in union halls, they issue position paper with lots of charts and logistics. The old-timers don’t like it. They’re suspicious of three syllables.»
«Still,» said Andrew, «he got them a decent contract. That’s the name of the game, Alan.»
«It’s also the name of Fast Ernie’s problem. It’s both his best weapon and his highly suspect maneuver… It was the quickest settlement Genessee ever made. No big fights, no all-night bargaining sessions; when it was concluded, there weren’t any celebrations; no dancing in the streets. No words of congratulation from the old war horses like Meany and his boys on the Labor Council. Most important, the settlement in the Southern California District will not be used as a guideline anywhere else. It’s isolated, jurisdictional.»
Mike Ryan leaned forward in his chair. «I’m an engineer, not a union-watcher. Is that unusual?»
«You can bet your blueprints on it,» answered Martin. «Any major labor contract serves as the basis for upcoming negotiations. But not this one.»
«How do you know?» asked Trevayne.
«I backed Manolo into a corner. I told him I was surprised, even astounded, that he hadn’t been given his proper due; that the D.C. Labor Council had brushed him off. I knew a few of those old buzzards, and I was going to raise the issue… Manolo didn’t want any part of my solicitousness. In fact, he was goddamned upset. He began retreating to his charts and employment stats relative to district conditions. He reiterated more times than I care to recall how the old-time labor clods couldn’t understand the new jurisdictional economic theories. What was applicable to southern California wasn’t to west Arkansas… Do you begin to see?»
«He’s Genessee’s man. They put him in and bought him with the single contract,» interjected Vicarson.
«They’re doing it all over the country—including west Arkansas,» said Martin. «Genessee Industries is well on its way to controlling its own labor markets. I made a surface check this afternoon, based on Manolo’s districting pattern. It’s surface, mind you, but I found similarities in Genessee companies and subsidiaries in twenty-four states.»
«Jesus,» said Mike Ryan softly.
«Will Manolo run to Genessee? That could be a problem for us right now.» Andrew frowned as he asked the question.
«I don’t think so. I can’t guarantee it, but I think he’s going to sit on the tightrope; at least for a while. I told him I was perfectly satisfied, and I think he bought it. I also implied that I’d be just as happy if our meeting was kept between the two of us. If others got involved—especially Genessee management—I’d have to spend a lot more time in Pasadena… I think he’ll keep quiet.»
«So much for Manolo. What about this Jamison in Houston, Mike?»
Ryan seemed to hesitate as he reached for the folder on the coffee table. He looked over at Trevayne and for several moments said nothing. The expression on his face was questioning. Finally he spoke. «I’m trying to figure out a way to say this. I listen to Al’s words here and find myself nodding my head, saying, ‘Yes, sure, that’s the way it is.’ Because suddenly I realize he’s describing Houston. And probably Palo Alto, Detroit, Oak Ridge, and twenty or so other Genessee design shops and laboratories in God knows how many places. Only you substitute ‘scientific community’ for ‘labor markets,’ dirty up the players a bit more, and it’s the same ballgame.»
Michael Ryan had flown into Houston International using a plane also chartered by Douglas Pace, flight plans filed under Pace’s name. After checking the Genessee laboratories, he found Ralph Jamison, metallurgical specialist, at a yacht club on Galveston Bay. It was in Megans Point, a haven for oil-rich Texans, the Southwest’s Riviera.
Ryan feigned an unexpected reunion, completely accepted by Ralph Jamison. The two men had become friends while they were at Lockheed; each an extrovert, each a lover of good times and a good deal of good liquor.