"Nothing," Jack said.
"Can the boy read the future?"
"Absolutely," Jack said. "There's no doubt of it. That picture is proof right there, unless he heard us talking." Turning to Doreen he said, in a slow, thick voice, "Did he hear us, do you think? No, you weren't there. It was my dad. I don't think he heard. Listen, Arnie. You aren't supposed to see this, but I guess it's O.K. It's too late now. This is a picture nobody is supposed to see; this is the way it's going to be a century from now, when it's in ruins."
"What the hell is it?" Arnie said "I can't read a kid's nutty drawing; explain it to me."
"This is AM-WEB," Jack said. "A big, big housing tract. Thousands of people living there. Biggest on Mars. Only, it's crumbling into rubble, according to the picture."
There was silence. Arnie was baffled.
"Maybe you're not interested," Jack said.
"Sure I am," Arnie said angrily. He appealed to Doreen, who stood off to one side, looking pensive. "Do you understand this?"
"No, dear," she said.
"Jack," Arnie said, "I called you here for your report. And all I get is this dim-witted drawing. Where is this big housing tract?"
"In the F.D.R. Mountains," Jack said.
Arnie felt his pulse slow, then with difficulty labor on. "Oh, yeah, I see," he said. "I understand."
Grinning, Jack said, "I thought you would. You're interested in that. You know, Arnie, you think I'm a schizophrenic, and Doreen thinks so, and my father thinks so... but I _do_ care what your motives are. I can get you plenty of information about the UN project in the F.D.R. Mountains. What else do you want to know about it? It's not a power station and it's not a park. It's in conjunction with the coop. It's a multiple-unit, infinitely large structure with supermarkets and bakeries, dead center in the Henry Wallace."
"You got all this from this kid?"
"No," Jack said. "From my dad."
They looked at each other a long time.
"Your dad is a speculator?" Arnie said.
"Yes," Jack said.
"He just arrived from Earth the other day?"
"Yes," Jack said.
"Jesus," Arnie said to Doreen. "Jesus, it's this guy's father. And he's already bought in."
"Yes," Jack said.
"Is there anything left?" Arnie said.
Jack shook his head.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," Arnie said. "And he's on my payroll. I never had such bad luck."
Jack said, "I didn't know until just now that this was what you wanted to find out, Arnie."
"Yeah, that's true," Arnie said. Speaking to Doreen, he said, "I never told him, so it's not his fault." He aimlessly picked up the boy's drawing. "And this is what it'll look like."
"Eventually," Jack said. "Not at first."
To Manfred, Arnie said, "You did have the information, but we got it from you too late."
"Too late," Jack echoed. He seemed to understand; he looked stricken. "Sorry, Arnie. I really am sorry. You should have told me."
"I don't blame you," Arnie said. "We're still friends, Bohlen. It's just a case of bad luck. You've been completely honest with me; I can see that. Goddamn, it sure is too bad. He's already filed his claim, your dad? Well, that's the way it goes."
"He represents a group of investors," Jack said hoarsely.
"Naturally," Arnie said. "With unlimited capital. What could I do anyhow? I can't compete. I'm just one guy." To Manfred he said, "All these people--" He pointed to the drawing. "Are they going to live there, is that it? Is that right, Manfred? Can you see lots of people living there?" His voice rose, out of control.
"Please, Arnie," Doreen said. "Calm down; I can see how upset you are, and you shouldn't be."
Raising his head, Arnie said to her in a low voice, "I don't see why this kid never laughs."
The boy suddenly said, "Gubble, gubble."
"Yeah," Arnie said, with bitterness. "That's right. That's real good communication, kid. Gubble, gubble." To Jack he said, "You have a fine communication established; I can see that."
Jack said nothing. Now he looked grim and uneasy.
"I can see it's going to take a long time more," Arnie said, "to bring this kid out so we can talk to him. Right? Too bad we can't continue. I'm not going any further with it."
"No reason why you should," Jack said in a leaden voice.
"Right," Arnie said. "So that's it. The end of your job."
Doreen said, "But you can still use him for--"
"Oh, of course," Arnie said. "I need a skilled repairman anyhow, for stuff like that encoder; I got a thousand items busting down every goddamn day. I just mean this one particular job, here. Send him back to B-G, this kid. AM-WEB. Yeah, the co-op buildings get funny names like that. The coop coming over to Mars! That's a big outfit, that co-op. They'll pay high for their land; they've got the loot. Tell your dad from me that he's a shrewd businessman."
"Can we shake hands, Arnie?" Jack asked.
"Sure, Jack." Arnie stuck out his hand and the two of them shook, hard and long, looking each other in the eye. "I expect to see a lot of you, Jack. This isn't the end between you and me; it's just the beginning." He let go of Jack Bohlen's hand, walked back into the kitchen, and stood by himself, thinking.
Presently Doreen joined him. "That was dreadful news for you, wasn't it?" she said, putting her arm around him.
"Very bad," Arnie said. "Worst I had in a long time. But I'll be O.K.; I'm not scared of the co-op movement. Lewistown and the Water Workers were here first, and they'll be here a lot longer. If I had gotten this project with the Steiner boy started sooner, it would have worked out differently, and I sure don't blame Jack for that." But inside him, in his heart, he thought, You were working against me, Jack. All the time. You were working with your father. From the start, too; from the day I hired you.
He returned to the living room. At the tape transport, Jack stood morose and silent, fooling with the knobs.
"Don't take it hard," Arnie said to him.
"Thanks, Arnie," Jack said. His eyes were dull. "I feel I've let you down."
"Not me," Arnie assured him. "You haven't let me down, Jack. Because nobody lets me down."
On the floor, Manfred Steiner pasted away, ignoring them all.
As he flew his father back to the house, leaving the F.D.R. range behind them, Jack thought, Should I show the boy's picture to Arnie? Should I take it to Lewistown and hand it over to him? It's so little... it just doesn't look like what I ought to have produced, by now.
He knew that tonight he would have to see Arnie, in any case.
"Very desolate down there," his dad said, nodding toward the desert below. "Amazing you people have done so much reclamation work; you should all be proud." But his attention was actually on his maps. He spoke in a perfunctory manner; it was a formality.
Jack snapped on his radio transmitter and called Arnie, at Lewistown. "Excuse me, dad; I have to talk to my boss."
The radio made a series of noises, which attracted Manf red momentarily; he ceased poring over his drawing and raised his head.
"I'll take you along," Jack said to the boy.
Presently he had Arnie. "Hi, Jack." Arnie's voice came boomingly. "I been trying to get hold of you. Can you--"
"I'll be over to see you tonight," Jack said.
"Not before? How about this afternoon?"
"Afraid tonight is as soon as I can make it," Jack said. "There--" He hesitated. "Nothing to show you until tonight." If I get near him, he thought, I'll tell him about the UN--co-op project; he'll get everything out of me. I'll wait until after my dad's claim has been filed, and then it won't matter.
"Tonight, then," Arnie agreed. "And I'll be on pins, Jack. Sitting on pins. I know you're going to come up with something; I got a lot of confidence in you."
Jack thanked him, said goodbye, and rang off.