Jennings was the one who carried it all the way. He rushed into Mart's office three days later without knocking and slapped some sheets on the desk.
'You were right, Mart,' he exclaimed. 'Your field does show curl in the presence of material substance. We're on our way to Dunning's flying belt!'
But when it came, Mart was dismayed. The entire group worked in a thirty-six hour seminar to whip the work into final shape. The result was that an anti-gravity machine could be built. But it would be the size of a hundred-ton cyclotron!
Mart told Keyes what they had. 'It's a far cry from Dunning's flying belt,' he said. 'We'll continue trying to boil it down if you want us to, or we can submit a practical design that will work now in the shape we've got it in.'
Keyes glanced at the sketches Mart had prepared. 'It isn't exactly what we'd expected, but I think we'd better build it. The important thing right now is to get a practical anti-gravity machine functioning. Refinements can come later. The shops are yours. How long will it take?'
'It depends on what you wish to put into it in the way of men and machines. With a round-the-clock crew I believe the model could be ready in about three weeks.'
'It's yours,' said Keyes. 'Build it.'
It was actually over four weeks before the first demonstration was scheduled in the big machine shop protected by the triple security seal that had shrouded the whole project.
Those in attendance were the ones present at the first conference plus a few of the workmen who had helped build the massive device.
The demonstration was simple, almost anti-climactic after the hectic seminars they had sweated out the past weeks. Mart stepped to the switchboard that seemed diminutive under the high, steel-arched ceiling of the shop. He threw the main power switches and then adjusted slowly a number of dials.
Almost imperceptibly, and without wavering, the enormous disc-like mass rose in the centre of the shop. It hovered without visible support three feet above the floor.
The disc was thirty feet in diameter and three feet thick. Its tonnage was evident in the long crack in the concrete floor beneath the I-beams laid temporarily to support it.
Dr Keyes reached out a hand to touch the mass. He pushed with all his might. Mart smiled and shook his head. 'It'll move if you push long enough and hard enough. But it has almost the inertia of a small battleship. A far cry, as I said, from Dunning's flying belt. But we'll keep trying.'
'It's a monumental achievement,' said Keyes, 'and I congratulate you all.'
While they watched. Mart touched the controls again and slowly lowered the mass to the I-beam supports. He cut the power.
'I would like all of you to return to the conference room at this time,' Keyes said. 'There, we have some additional data to give you.'
Mart fell in step beside Berk on the way out. 'What's up now?' he said. 'Are they going to pin tin medals on us?'
'Better than that,' said Berk. 'You'll see.'
Once more they found themselves seated almost as they had been that eventful day weeks ago. Keyes took his usual position at the head.
'There is no need of telling any of you gentlemen what this achievement means to our country and for all mankind. Anti-gravity will revolutionize the military and peacetime transport of the world — and in time will take man to the stars.
'Now — I have someone I would like to introduce to you.'
He stepped aside and beckoned through the doorway to the next room behind him. Someone came through in response. Then Keyes stood aside.
A startled gasp went through the audience. Before them stood Leon Dunning.
He smiled at the group a little wryly. 'I see you know me, gentlemen. I hope none of you will bear me any hard feelings or consider me the repulsive character I have been painted. The script called for it. An unpleasant young jerk, is the way it was described, I believe.'
Jennings was on his feet. 'What is the meaning of this, Dr Keyes? I think we are entitled to an explanation!'
'Indeed you are, Dr Jennings. And you shall have one.' Keyes replaced Dunning, who took a seat. 'To a considerable extent, our friend, Professor Dykstra, was correct. The original data given you at the beginning of this project was a hoax.'
A wave of startled cries and protests arose from the assembly. Keyes raised a hand. 'Just a moment, please. Hear me out. I said that the initial data was a hoax. There was no Leon Dunning, inventor of anti-gravity devices. We put on a show, and faked a film. There was no anti-gravity.
'Today, there is an anti-gravity machine in existence. I want you to consider very carefully, gentlemen, just where the hoax in this matter truly lies.' He paused for a moment, looking into the eyes of each of them, then stepped aside. 'Our chief psychologist, Dr Kenneth Berkeley, will give you the remainder of the story.'
Berk got to his feet and moved to the front as if reluctant to do what had to be done.
'If any of you are angry,' he said, 'I am the person to whom it should be directed. Project Levitation was the direct result of my proposal.
'Do not think, however, that I am apologizing. I object to the term hoax, or fraud, which Professor Dykstra called it. How can we call it a hoax when out of it has come a thing with potentialities that cannot be grasped by any of us at this time?'
'But why, man, why?' Jennings exploded impatiently. 'Why this hocus-pocus, this nonsense, this irrelevance about astrology, levitation, and mysticism! Why wasn't it set up as a straightforward project. We aren't a bunch of high school kids to be tricked into something we don't want to do!'
'Suppose you give me the answer to that?' said Berk. 'How would you have responded to a letter from Dr Keyes inviting you to take part in a project to build an anti-gravity machine? How many of you would have remained in your safe and sane universities where crackpots are not allowed to spend the people's money as they are in Government institutions?
'We are thankful we had no more than one Professor Dykstra on the project. He refused to accept the data we provided and his goal became to prove anti-gravity impossible. How many of you would have come with the same goal if our little make-believe had not spurred you on?
'Dykstra could not face the data in a rational manner. As a result he suffered a nervous breakdown, which was, of course,the result of a long chain of previous incidents.
'On the other hand, those of you who could accept the data we handed you were able to knock out the pre-conceptions about anti-gravity and achieve that which you had considered impossible.
'Essentially, this was a project in psychology, not physics. We could have chosen something besides anti-gravity. The results, I predict, would have been the same. I have observed many scientists at work in the laboratory and library. I have studied the educational preconceptions they bring to their work. Before a problem is tackled, a decision is already made as to whether it is possible or impossible. In so many cases, as exemplified by Professor Dykstra, the interest in the problem is only to the extent of proving the decision correct.
'If you will forgive me for using you for guinea pigs in my project, I submit to you that I have given a far more powerful technique for scientific investigation than you have ever possessed before. The technique of the conviction that any desired answer can be found. You have not been hoaxed at all. You have been shown a new and powerful scientific method.
'If you could and did lick a problem previously impossible to you, in a matter of weeks, how many more of your own research problems are just waiting for this new approach?'
There was a good deal more said at the meeting. Some of it was highly confused. Berk's explanation was not understood at all by several of them.