Part 43 (1/2)

”Look, Phelps,” I snapped, deliberately omitting his t.i.tle which I knew would bite a little, ”I don't like your personal politics and I deplore your methods. You can't go on playing this way--”

”Young man, you err,” he said quietly. He did not even look nettled that I'd addressed him in impolite (if not rough) terms. ”May I point out that I am far ahead of your game? Thoroughly outnumbered, and in ignorance of the counter-movement against me until you so vigorously brought it to my attention; within a year I have fought the counter-movement to a standstill, caused the dispers.e.m.e.nt of their main forces, ruined their far-flung lines of communication, and have so consolidated my position that I have now made open capture of the main roving factor. The latter is you, young man. A very disturbing influence and so very necessary to the conduct of this private war. You prate of my att.i.tude, Mr. Cornell. You claim that such an att.i.tude must be defeated. Yet as you stand there mouthing plat.i.tudes, we are preparing to make a frontal a.s.sault upon their main base at Homestead. We've waged our war of attrition; a mere spearhead will break them and scatter them to the far winds.”

”Nice lecture,” I grunted. ”Who are your writers?”

”Let's not attempt sarcasm,” he said crisply. ”It sits ill upon you, Mr.

Cornell.”

”I'd like to sit on you,” I snapped.

”Your humor is less tolerable than your sarcasm.”

”Can it!” I snapped. ”So you've collected me. I'll still--”

”You'll do very little, Mr. Cornell,” he told me. ”Your determination to attack us tooth and nail was an excellent program, and with another type of person it might have worked. But I happen to know that your will to live is very great, young man, and that in the final blow, you'd not have the will to die great enough to carry your a.s.sault to its completion.”

”Know a lot, don't you.”

”Yes, indeed I do. So now if you're through trying to fence at words, we'll go to your quarters.”

”Lead on,” I said in a hollow voice.

With an air of stage-type politeness, he indicated a door. He showed me out and followed me. He steered me to a big limousine with a chauffeur and offered me cigarettes from a box on the arm rest as the driver started the turbine. The car purred with that muted sound of well-leashed power.

”You could be of inestimable value to us,” he said in a conversational tone. ”I am talking this way to you because you can be of much more value as a willing ally than you would be if unwilling.”

”No doubt,” I replied dryly.

”I suggest you set aside your preconceived notions and employ a modic.u.m of practical logic,” suggested Scholar Phelps. ”Observe your position from a slightly different reign of vantage. Be convinced that no matter what you do or say, we intend to make use of you to the best of our ability. You are not entertaining any doubts of that fact, I'm sure.”

I shrugged. Phelps was not asking me these things, the inquisitor was actually telling me. He went right on telling me:

”Since you will be used no matter what, you might consider the advisability of being sensible, Mr. Cornell. In blunt words, we are prepared to meet cooperation with certain benefits which will not be proffered otherwise.”

”In blunter words you are offering to hire me.”

Scholar Phelps smiled in a superior manner. ”Not that blunt, Mr.

Cornell, not that crude. The term 'hire' implies the performance of certain tasks in return for stipulated remuneration. No, my intention is to give you a position in this organization the exact terms of which are not clearly definable. Look, young man, I've indicated that your willing cooperation is more valuable to us than otherwise. Join us and you will enjoy the freedom of our most valued and trusted members; you will take part in upper level planning; you will enjoy the income and advantages of top executive personnel.” He stopped short and eyed me with a peculiar expression. ”Mr. Cornell, you have the most disconcerting way.

You've actually caused me to talk as if this organization were some sort of big business instead of a cultural unit.”

I eyed him with the first bit of humor I'd found in many days. ”You seem to talk just as though a cultural unit were set above, beyond, and spiritually divorced from anything so sordid as money, position, and the human equivalent of the barnyard pecking order,” I told him. ”So now let's stop goofing off, and put it into simple terms. You want me to join you willingly, to do your job for you, to advance your program. In return for which I shall be permitted to ride in the solid gold cadillac, quaff rare champagne, and select my own office furniture.

Isn't that about it?”

Scholar Phelps smiled, using a benign expression that indicated that he was pleased with himself, but which had absolutely nothing to do with his att.i.tude towards me or any of the rest of the human race.

”Mr. Cornell, I am well aware of the time it may take for a man to effect a change in his att.i.tude. In fact, I would be very suspicious if you were to make an abrupt reversal. However, I have outlined my position and you may have time to think it over. Consider, at the very least, the fact that while cooperation will bring you pleasure and non-cooperation will bring you pain, the ultimate result will be that we will make use of your ability in either case. Now--I will say no more for the present.”