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〃Herr Cord！ This is indeed a surprise！ What are you doing here？〃
I looked up at Herr Strassmer。 〃I just delivered a new plane；〃 I said； holding out my hand。 〃But what are you doing out here？ I thought you were in New York。〃
He shook my hand in that peculiarly European way of his。 The smile left his eyes。 〃We； too； made a delivery。 And now we go back。〃
〃You were with that group outside？〃
He nodded。 He looked out through the window at them and a troubled look came into his eyes。 〃Yes；〃 he said slowly。 〃We all came together in one plane but we are going back on separate flights。 Three years we worked together but now the job is finished。 Soon I go back to California。〃
〃I hope so；〃 I laughed。 〃We sure could use you in the plant but I'm afraid it'll be some time yet。 The war in Europe may be over but if Tarawa and Okinawa are any indication； we're good for at least six months to a year before Japan quits。〃
He didn't answer。
I looked up and suddenly I remembered。 These Europeans were very touchy about manners。 〃Excuse me； Herr Strassmer；〃 I said quickly。 〃Won't you join me in some coffee？〃
〃I have not the time。〃 There was a curiously hesitant look to his eyes。 〃Do you have an office here as you do everywhere else？〃
〃Sure；〃 I said； looking up at him。 I'd passed the door marked MEN on my way over。 〃It's in the back of this building。〃
〃I will meet you there in five minutes；〃 he said and hurried out。
Through the window； I watched him join one of the groups and begin to talk with them。 I wondered if the old boy was going crackers。 You couldn't tell； but maybe he had been working too hard and thought he was back in Nazi Germany。 There certainly wasn't any reason for him to be so secretive about being seen talking to me。 After all； we were on the same side。
I ground my cigarette into an ash tray and sauntered out。 He never even glanced up as I walked past his group on my way to the john。 He came into the room a moment after I had got there。 His eyes darted nervously toward the booths。 〃Are we alone？〃
〃I think so；〃 I said； looking at him。 I wondered what you did to get a doctor around here if there were any signs of his cracking up。
He walked over to the booths； opened the doors and looked。 Satisfied； he turned back to me。 His face was tense and pale and there were small beads of perspiration across his forehead。 I thought I'd begun to recognize the symptoms。 Too much of this Nevada sun is murder if you're not used to it。 His first words convinced me I was right。
〃Herr Cord；〃 he whispered hoarsely。 〃The war will not be over in six months。〃
〃Of course not；〃 I said soothingly。 From what I had heard； the first thing to do was agree with them； try to calm them down。 I wished I could remember the second thing。 I turned to the sink。 〃Here； let me get you a glass of… 〃
〃It will be over next month！〃
What I thought must have been written on my face； for my mouth hung open in surprise。 〃No； I'm not crazy； Herr Cord；〃 Strassmer said quickly。 〃To no one else but you would I say this。 It is the only way I can repay you for saving my life。 I know how important this could be to your business。〃
〃But… but how… 〃
〃I cannot tell you more；〃 he interrupted。 〃Just believe me。 By next month； Japan will be verfallen！〃 He turned and almost ran out the door。
I stared after him for a moment； then went over to the sink and washed my face in cold water。 I felt I must be even crazier than he was； because I was beginning to believe him。 But why？ It just didn't make any sense。 Sure； we were pushing the Nips back； but they still held Malaya； Hong Kong and the Dutch East Indies。 And with their kamikaze philosophy； it would take a miracle to end the war in a month。
I was still thinking about it when Morrissey and I got on the train。 〃You know who I ran into back there？〃 I asked。 I didn't give him a chance to answer。 〃Otto Strassmer。〃
There seemed to be a kind of relief in his smile。 I guess he'd been expecting to catch hell for not telling me about that Air Corps test pilot。 〃He's a nice little guy；〃 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 ne