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unfolded a typewritten sheet and spread it on the desk. Fong glanced at it and turned away.
    ‘Don’t despair, wait. There’s Asperson, Brilling and Dahldahl, think we can count on them, and here’s Jane Hannah, ninety years old and talks to herself but she likes underdogs … Max Poons is neutral, pretty fair for a Goethe scholar, eh? You’re not listening. I mean Poons isn’t even sure he accepts Newton’s laws of optics yet, let alone anything since … You’re not listening.’
    ‘Been up all night, Ben, and I still haven’t caught up with these test charts. Some other time?’
    ‘Sure. Sure.’ Franklin stood up and zipped his parka, then sat down again. Flicking ash in the direction of the ashtray, he said, ‘Real reason I came down is to take Dan to lunch. Heard he’sbeen living in the lab, right? Sleeping there? And eating peanut butter and water?’
    ‘I guess so. Good idea, get him out, walk him around in the fresh air … He could use a break.’
    ‘Anyway, somebody said it’s his birthday.’
    ‘Oh.’
    ‘And anyway, I’ve got something to celebrate myself. Final decree.’
    ‘What? Oh, uh congrat –’
    ‘She’s getting married again, I guess. To a guy named
Dinks,
can you imagine that? Hank Dinks, sounds like a Country Western singer – well, I’d better be going.’
    ‘Okay, see you.’
    Ben made no move, except to sprinkle more ash. ‘You know, I thought the overworked genius bit went out with napkin-rings.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘I mean, here we are in the age of committee-think and team spirit and Dan goes it alone. I mean, damn it, Fong, he never gives me a damned thing to do around here. I feel like a damned apprentice or something, like he doesn’t trust me. Like right now I’m afraid, I’m actually afraid to go in the goddamned lab, it’s like an intrusion. He hardly lets me near the equipment, just hands me some crappy little piece of test program to write, I’m supposed to be happy doing what any kid from the business school could do. All I want is some real, real responsibility, is that too much to ask?’
    ‘No, I guess not. But Dan –’
    ‘– doesn’t give a shit about team spirit, fine, only where does that leave me? Or you? I feel – talk about Rogers, I’m beginning to feel like a science groupie myself.’
    Fong opened a roll of antacid tablets. ‘What can I say? It’s really his project now, the rest of us are just along for the ride. Nobody planned it like this, it just happens sometimes. A strong idea takes over …’
    ‘Great, only now that the ride’s damn near finished, I’ve got nothing. Just to go in there and try one of my own ideas once in a while, is that too much to ask? Is it?’
    ‘See you later?’
    The inkstained door banged to behind him. Ben Franklinfound the men’s room and cupped cold water to wash the heat from his face. It was, he liked to think, a nice face, a nice Northern face with blue eyes and an even brow, a straight smile and even a cleft chin. Today it looked wrong: the eyes, the smile, the trim moustache seemed poised, waiting for some expression which had not yet and might never emerge from the emptiness within.
    ‘… right. It’s a grab.’ Rogers nodded over the phone’s mouthpiece. ‘Fong more or less admits NASA pulled out because of some swindle. Swindle, that’s right.
He
says it’s internal to NASA, but you and I know how these things go. You can always get somebody to admit as much of the truth as won’t hurt him at the moment, right? … So I don’t know about you, I don’t feel much like risking it. Not that I’d accuse Fong of anything, nice guy really, but a little legitimate caution might not be a bad … right. Right, see you.’
    He pushed a button, checked off a name on a list, and pushed another button. ‘Dr Tarr, you still there? I’ve just had Asperson on the other line, sounding him out, him and a few others on the committee, and we think – frankly, we agree something smells about this