Part 4 (1/2)

The orderly didn't speak, just followed him into the bathroom to stand in the doorway and watch him through the shower gla.s.s. He was rigidly obeying the cardinal rule of E.H.Q.

Unless his life is in danger, never interrupt the thinking of an E. The whole course of man's destiny in the universe may depend on it.

How much of the future of the universe depended upon his not interrupting the scene he had just witnessed wasn't for him to say. He sighed. He thought of his own wife--shrewish, fat, coa.r.s.e, always complaining. He wondered what she would do if he picked her up, carried her to bed, closed her eyes with his fingers. For once, he'd bet, she'd be speechless.

He must try it sometime. But first, she'd have to lose about fifty pounds.

When Cal got to the E club room two Seniors were already there--McGinnis and Wong. He thought their greeting was a shade more cordial, a shade more interested than usual. They seemed, this time, to be looking at him as if he were a person, not merely a Junior E. When he turned away from them to greet the three Juniors, who, along with himself, ranked the club-room privileges, he became certain of his impressions. Their faces were frankly envious.

Eden was to be his problem!

He'd hoped for it. Even half expected it. Yet all the way through his shower, dressing, coming down the elevator from his apartment, he'd been nagged with the fear he might not be considered; that the grief of Linda and her rise above it would lead only to anticlimax. By the time he'd got to the club-room door, followed by his orderly, he had already conditioned himself to disappointment.

Now he subdued his elation while he told his orderly what he wanted for breakfast.

”You fellows join me in something?” he asked both Juniors and Seniors.

”A second cup of coffee,” Wong agreed.

”A second bourbon,” old McGinnis said drily.

The Juniors shook their heads negatively. Yesterday they had been his constant companions, only a few degrees below him in accomplishment, pus.h.i.+ng rapidly to become his equal compet.i.tors for the next solo.

Today, this morning, there was already a gap between them and him, a chasm they would make no move to bridge until they had earned the right. They seated themselves at another table, apart.

”Of course we haven't asked you if you want this Eden problem,” McGinnis commented while orderlies placed food and drink in front of them. ”We ought to ask him, hadn't we, Wong?”

”First I should ask if either of you want it?” Cal said quickly. ”Or perhaps Malinkoff, if he shows up.”

”Malinkoff is too deep in something to come to the briefing,” Wong said.

”Wong and I came only to help on your first solo, if we can,” McGinnis said. ”Always think a young fellow needs a little send-off. I remember, about fifty years ago, more or less ...”

”Worst thing to guard against,” Wong interrupted, ”is disappointment.

This whole thing might add up to nothing. Might not turn out to be a genuine solo at all, just something any errand boy could do. In that case it wouldn't qualify you. You know that.”

”Sure,” Cal said. Naturally the problem would have to give real challenge. You didn't just go out and knock a home run to become an E.

You tackled something outside the normal frame of reference, something that required original thinking, the E kind of thinking. You brought it off successfully. A given number of Seniors reviewed what you'd done. If they thought it was worth something, you got your big E. If they didn't, you tried again. And you didn't get it by default, just because somebody thought there should be a given quota of Seniors on the list.

”Little or big,” he added, ”I'd like the problem.”

They said no more. He knew the score. He'd had twelve years of the most intensive training the E's themselves could devise. He knew that sometimes a Junior spent another ten or twelve years chasing down jobs which anybody on the spot could have solved if they'd used their heads a little before they ran on to something that challenged that training.

He'd be lucky if this was big enough--but not too big.

That was in their minds, too.

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