Part 3 (1/2)

Vicki bragged as she undressed that she had the giant hog-tied and jumping through hoops.

”We even got half the excavation done for the rock wall,” she said proudly.

On impulse, I went out into the hall and down to Soth's room, where I found him stretched out slaunchwise across the double bed.

He opened his eyes as I came in, but didn't stir.

”Are you happy here?” I asked bluntly.

He sat up and did something new. He answered my question with a question. ”Are you happy with my services?”

I said, ”Yes, of course.”

”Then all is well,” he replied simply, and lay down again.

It seemed like a satisfactory answer. He radiated a feeling of peace, and the expression of repose on his heavy features was a.s.suring.

It rained hard and cold during the night. I hadn't shown Soth how to start the automatic heating unit. When I left the house next morning, he was bringing Vicki her breakfast in bed, a tray on one arm and a handful of kindling under the other. Only once had he watched me build a fire in the fireplace, but he proceeded with confidence.

We flew blind through filthy weather all the way to Detroit. I dismissed Jack with orders to return at eleven with Soth.

”Don't be late,” I warned him.

Jack looked a little uneasy, but he showed up on schedule and delivered Soth to us with rain droplets on his ma.s.sive bald pate, just ten minutes after the conference convened.

I had Ollie Johnson there, too, to put Soth through his paces. The Ollie, in a bedraggled, soggy suit, was so excited that he remained an almost purplish black for the whole hour.

The directors were charmed, impressed and enthusiastic.

When I finished my personal report on the Soth's tremendous success in my own household, old Gulbrandson, Chairman of the Board, s.h.i.+ned his rosy cheeks with his handkerchief and said, ”I'll take the first three you produce, Johnson. Our staff of domestics costs me more than a brace of attorneys, and it turns over about three times a year. Cook can't even set the timer on the egg-cooker right.” He turned to me. ”Sure he can make good coffee, Collins?”

I nodded emphatically.

”Then put me down for three for sure,” he said with executive finality.

Gulbrandson paid dearly for his piggishness later, but at the time it seemed only natural that if one Soth could run a household efficiently, then the Chairman of the Board should have at least two spares in case one blew a fuse or a vesicle or whatever it was they might blow.

A small, dignified riot almost broke up the meeting right there, and when they quieted down again I had orders for twenty-six Soths from the board members and one from my own secretary.

”How soon,” I asked Ollie Johnson, ”can you begin deliveries?”

He dry-washed his hands and admitted it would be five months, and a sigh of disappointment ran around the table. Then someone asked him how many units a month they could turn out.

He stared at the carpet and held out his hands like a p.a.w.n-broker disparaging a diamond ring: ”Our techniques are so slow. The first month, maybe a hundred. Of course, once our cultures are all producing in harmony, almost any number. One thousand? Ten thousand? Whatever your needs suggest.”

One of the officers asked, ”Is your process entirely biological? You mentioned cultures.”