Morrissey said。 〃How is he？〃
〃Seemed all right to me；〃 I said。 〃He was on his way back to New York。〃 I looked out the window at the flat Nevada desert。 〃By the way； did you ever hear exactly what it was he was working on？〃
〃Not exactly。〃
I looked at him。 〃What was it you did hear？〃
〃I didn't hear it from him；〃 Morrissey said。 〃I got it from a friend of mine down at the Engineers' Club； who worked on it for a little while。 But he didn't know very much about it； either。 All he knew was that it was called the Manhattan Project and that it had something to do with Professor Einstein。〃
I could feel my brows knit in puzzlement。 〃What could Strassmer do for a man like Einstein？〃
He smiled again。 〃After all； Strassmer did invent a plastic beer can that was stronger than metal。〃
〃So？〃 I asked。
〃So maybe the Professor got Otto to invent a plastic container to store his atoms in；〃 Morrissey said； laughing。
I felt a wild excitement racing inside me。 A container for atoms； energy in a bottle； ready to explode when you popped the cork。 The little man hadn't been crazy。 He knew what he was talking about。 I'd been the crazy one。
It would take a miracle； I'd thought。 Well； Strassmer and his friends had e into the desert and made one and now they were going home； their job done。 What it was or how they did it I couldn't guess and didn't care。
But deep inside me； I was sure that it had happened。
The miracle that would end the war。
2
I GOT OFF THE TRAIN AT RENO； WHILE MORRISSEY WENT ON TO LOS ANGELES。 There was no time to call Robair at the ranch； so I took a taxi to the factory。 We barreled through the steel…wire gate； under the big sign that read CORD EXPLOSIVES； now more than a mile from the main plant。
The factory had expanded tremendously since the war。 For that matter； so had all our panies。 It seemed that no matter what we did； there never was enough space。
I got out and paid the cabby and as he pulled away； I looked up at the familiar old building。 It was worn now； and looked dingy and obsolete pared with the new additions； but its roof was gleaming white and shining in the sun。 Somehow； I could never bring myself to move out of it when the other executives had moved their offices into the new administration building。 I dropped my cigarette on the walk and ground it into dust beneath my heel； then went into the building。
The smell was the same as it always was and the whispers that rose from the lips of the men and women working there were the same as I always heard when I passed by 〃El hijo。〃 The son。 It had been twenty years and most of them hadn't even been there when my father died and still they called me that。 Even the young ones； some of them less than half my age。
The office was the same； too。 The heavy； oversized desk and leather…covered furniture now showed the cracks and wear of time。 There was no secretary in the outer office and I was not surprised。 There was no reason for one to be there。 They hadn't expected me。
I walked around behind the desk and pressed the switch down on the squawk box that put me right through to McAllister's office in the new building； a quarter of a mile away。 The surprise echoed in his voice as it came through the box。 〃Jonas！ Where did you e from？〃
〃The Air Corps；〃 I said。 〃We just delivered the CA…JET X。P。〃
〃Good。 Did they like it？〃
〃I guess they did；〃 I answered。 〃They wouldn't trust me to take it up。〃 I leaned over and opened the door of the cabinet below the telephone table； taking out the bottle of bourbon that was there。 I put the bottle on the desk in front of me。 〃How do we stand on war…contract cancellations in case the war ends tomorrow？〃
〃For the explosive pany？〃 Mac asked。
〃For all the panies；〃 I said。 I knew he kept copies of every contract we ever made down here because he considered this his home office。
〃It'll take a little time。 I'll put someone on it right away。〃
〃Like about an hour？〃
He hesitated。 When he spoke； a curious note came into his voice。 〃All right； if it's that important。〃
〃It's that important。〃
〃Do you know something？〃
〃No；〃 I said truthfully。 I really didn't know。 I was only guessing。 〃I just want it。〃
There was silence for a moment； then he spoke again。 〃I just got the blueprints from Engineering on converting the radar and small…parts division of Aircraft to the proposed electronics pany。 Shall I bring them over？〃
〃Do that；〃 I said； flipping up the switch。 Taking a glass from the tray next to the Thermos jug； I filled it half full with bourbon。 I looked across the room to the wall where the portrait of my father looked down on me。 I held the glass up to him。
〃It's been a long time； Pop；〃 I said and poured the whisky down my throat
I took my hands from the blueprints on the desk and snapped and rolled them up tight； like a coil spring。 I looked at McAllister。 〃They look all right to me； Mac。〃
He nodded。 〃I'll mark them approved and shoot them on to Purchasing to have them requisition the materials on standby orders； to be delivered when the war ends。〃 He looked at the bottle of bourbon on the desk。 〃You're not very hospitable。 How about a drink？〃
I looked at him in surprise。 Mac wasn't much for drinking。 Especially during working hours。 I pushed the bottle and a glass toward him。 〃Help yourself。〃
He poured a small shot and swallowed it neat。 He cleared his throat。 I looked at him。 〃There's one other postwar plan I wanted to talk to you about；〃 he said awkwardly。
〃Go ahead。〃
〃Myself；〃 he said hesitantly。 〃I'm not a young man any more。 I want to retire。〃
〃Retire？〃 I couldn't believe my ears。 〃What for？ What in hell would you do？〃
Mac flushed embarrassedly。 〃I've worked pretty hard all my life；〃 he said。 〃I've got two sons and a daughter and five grandchildren； three of whom I've never seen。 The wife and I would like to spend a little time with them； get to know them before it's too late。〃
I laughed。 〃You sound like you expect to kick off any minute。 You're a young man yet。〃
〃I'm sixty…three。 I've been with you twenty years。〃
I stared at him。 Twenty years。 Where had they gone？ The Army doctors had been right。 I wasn't a kid any more； either。 〃We'll miss you around here；〃 I said sincerely。 〃I don't know how we'll manage without you。〃 I meant it； too。 Mac was the one man I felt I could always depend on； whenever I had need for him。
〃You'll manage all right。 We've got over forty attorneys working for us now and each is a specialist in his own field。 You're not just one man any more； you're a big pany。 You have to have a big legal machine to take care of you。〃
〃So what？〃 I said。 〃You can't call up a machine in the middle of the night when you're in trouble。〃
〃This machine you can。 It's equipped for all emergencies。〃
〃But what will you do？ You can't tell me you'll be happy just lying around playing grandpa。 You'll have to have something to occupy your mind。〃
〃I've thought about that；〃 he said； a serious look ing over his face。 〃I've been playing around so long with corporate and tax laws that I've almost forgotten about the most important part of all。 The laws that have to do with human beings。〃 He reached for the bottle again and poured himself another small drink。 It wasn't easy for him to sit there and tell me what he was thinking。
〃I thought I'd hang my shingle outside my house in some small town。 Just putter around with whatever happened to e in the door。 I'm tired of always talking in terms of millions of dollars。 For once； I'd like to help some poor bastard who really needs it。〃
I stared at him。 Work with a man for twenty years and still you don't know him。 This was a side to McAllister that I'd never even suspected existed。
〃Of course； we'll abrogate all of the contracts and agreements between us；〃 he said。
I looked at him。 I knew he didn't need the money。 But then； neither did I。 〃Why in hell should we？ Just show up at the board of directors' meeting every few months so at least I can see you once in a while。〃
〃Then you… you agree？〃
I nodded。 〃Sure； let's give it a spin when the war is over。〃
The sheets of white paper grew into a stack as he skimmed through the summary of each of the contracts。 At last； Mac was finished and he looked up at me。 〃We have ample protective…cancellation clauses in all the contracts except one；〃 he said。 〃That one is based on delivery before the end of the war。〃
〃Which one is that？〃
〃That flying boat we're building for the Navy in San Diego。〃
I knew what he was talking about。 The Centurion。 It was to be the biggest airplane ever built； designed to carry a full pany of one hundred and fifty men； in addition to the twelve…man crew； two light amphibious tanks and enough mortar； light artillery； weapons； ammunition and supplies for an entire pany。 It had been my idea that a plane like that would prove useful in landing raiding parties behind the lines out in the small Pacific islands。
〃How e we made a contract like that？〃
〃You wanted it；〃 he said。 〃Remember？〃
I remembered。 The Navy had been skeptical that the big plane could even get into the air； so I'd pressured them into making a deal predicated on a fully tested plane before the war ended。 That was ove