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"The cost of that," said Faragaut, seriously now, "will be about fifty-three million at the market price. You'd have to put up twenty-six cash, and I don't believe you've got it." Buck laughed. "Tom, loan me a dozen million, will you? You send that order through, and then come see what I've got. I've got a break, too! Mercury's the best metal for this use and it'll stop gamma rays too!"
And I'll guarantee you three hundred percent if you'll stay in with me after you start. Otherwise I don't think making this money would be fair just now." "I'll be out to see you in about two hours, Buck. Where are you? At the estate?" asked Faragaut seriously. "In my lab out there. Thanks, Tom." McLaurin was there when Tom Faragaut arrived. And General Logan, and Colonel Gerardhi.
"That," pointed out Faragaut, "is just what you think. Nature thinks otherwise. We generally have to abide by her opinions. What is it or what is it meant to be?" "Perfect reflector." "Make a nice mirror. What else, and how come?" "A mirror is just what I want. I want something that will reflect all the radiation that falls on it. No metal will, even in its range of maximum reflectivity.
I've sold most of mine already in the open market. You want to sell?" "Certainly. And I told you my price." "I know," sighed Faragaut. "It seems a shame though. Those IP board men would pay higher. And they're so damn tight it seems a crime not to make 'em pay up when they have to." "The IP will need the money worse elsewhere. Where do I oh, here?" "Right. I'll be out again this evening.
The regular group will be here?" Kendall nodded as he signed in triplicate. That evening, Buck had found the trouble in his apparatus, for as he well knew, the theory was right, only the practical apparatus needed changing. Before the group composed of Faragaut, McLaurin and the members of Kendall's "bank," he demonstrated it.
"Not for a long, long time; I'm busy. I'm busy right now as a matter of fact. I'm calling up the vice-president of Faragaut Interplanetary Lines, and I want to place an order." "Why bother me? We have clerks, you know, for that sort of thing," suggested Faragaut in a pained voice. "Tom, do you know how much I'm worth now?" "Not much," replied Faragaut promptly. "What of it?
We do not think they will be able to reach Earth, because Commander McLaurin here will withdraw his ships to Earth to protect the planet and the great 'Lunar Bank' will display its true character." Faragaut looked unsympathetically at Buck Kendall, as he stood glaring perplexedly at the apparatus he had been working on. "What's the matter, Buck, won't she perk?" "No, damn it, and it should."
Lord knows, we're going to need a power supply badly enough before long " Buck relapsed into moody silence. "What," asked Faragaut, looking around him, "does that mean?" It was McLaurin who told him of the stranger ship, and Kendall's interpretation of its meaning. Slowly Faragaut grasped the meaning behind Buck's strange actions of the past months.
"Thank our lucky stars that Faragaut here, and I, bought up all the mercury in the system, and had it brought to Earth. We at least have a supply of materials for the atostors." "They don't seem to do much good." "They're the best we've got. All the photocells on Earth and Venus and Mercury are at present busy storing the sun's power in atostors.
There was a restrained air of gratefulness about all of them that Tom Faragaut couldn't quite understand. He had been looking up Buck Kendall's famous bank, and more and more he had begun to wonder just what was up. The list of stockholders had read like a list of IP heroes and executives. The staff had been a list of IP men with a slender sprinkling of accountants.
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