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Updated: June 19, 2025
Doris Rives was waiting on the street level when Melroy reached the new Federal Building, in what had formerly been the Greenwich Village district of Manhattan, that evening. She had a heavy brief case with her, which he took. "I was afraid I'd keep you waiting," she said.
And then let me ask you: Suppose some moron fixed up something that would go wrong, or made the wrong kind of a mistake himself, around one of those reactors?" It was purely a rhetorical question, but, much later, when he would have time to think about it, Scott Melroy was to wonder if ever in history such a question had been answered so promptly and with such dramatic calamitousness.
A couple of I.F.A.W. negotiators are coming in from the national union headquarters at Oak Ridge: they should be getting in about the same time. You'd better be on hand, and have Dr. Rives there with you. There's a good chance this thing may get cleared up in a day or so." "I will undoubtedly be there, complete with Dr. Rives," Melroy replied. "It will be a pleasure!"
This time it was Leighton, the Atomic Power Authority man. "We're much disturbed about this dispute between your company and the I.F.A.W.," he began. "Well, frankly, so am I," Melroy admitted. "I'm here to do a job, not play Hatfields and McCoys with this union. I've had union trouble before, and it isn't fun. You're the gentleman who called me last evening, aren't you?
The I.F.A.W.'s madder than a shot-stung bobcat. They claim you're going to bring in strike-breakers; they're talking about picketing the whole reactor area." "News gets around fast, here, doesn't it?" Melroy commented. He told Leighton what he had in mind. The Power Authority man was considerably shaken before he had finished. "But they'll call a strike on the whole plant!
"It's a term in common usage; it denotes a strike called without warning or declaration of intention, which this was," Melroy told him. "And there's also the question of the I.F.A.W. calling a general strike, in illegal manner, at the Long Island Reaction Plant," Leighton spoke up. "On sixteen hours' notice." "Well, that wasn't the fault of the I.F.A.W. as an organization," Fields argued. "Mr.
If we find that the I.F.A.W. has a legitimate grievance in what we may call the Burris-Koffler question, we can settle that and then go on to these other questions." "I'm agreeable to that," Melroy said. "So are we," Cronnin nodded. "All right, then. Since the I.F.A.W. is the complaining party in this question, perhaps you gentlemen should state the grounds for your complaints."
"Well, our man Koffler says you have some girl there to give the tests," Crandall accused. "I suppose he means Dr. Rives," Melroy replied. "I can assure you, she is an extremely competent psychologist, however. She came to me most highly recommended by Dr. Karl von Heydenreich, who is not inclined to be careless with his recommendations." "Well, Mr.
"Uh-huh; Li'l Abner Melroy; po'k chops unless otherwise specified." Keating got up and went out into the middle office. As he opened the door. Melroy could hear a recording of somebody being given a word-association test. Half an hour later, when the food arrived, they spread their table on a relatively clear desk in the middle office.
"The main power-reactors, too," Melroy said to himself, not realizing that he spoke audibly. "Too well shielded for the blast to get them, but the heat melted the fissionables down to critical mass." Leighton, the lighter still burning, was beside him, now. "That's not God, it can't be anything else! Why, the whole plant's gone!
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