“So what went wrong?”
“Nothing went wrong…exactly. He suggested the names of four young, up-and-coming J-B executives-that’s the way he kept referring to the corporation, J-B, like IBM, GE and GM-but none of the four names was Blank’s.”
“Did you tell him you wanted to interview a guy familiar with the uses and future of the computer in business?”
“Of course. But he didn’t mention Blank. That’s odd-don’t you think?”
“Mmm. Maybe. So how did you handle it?”
“Told him I was particularly interested in AMROK II. That’s the computer mentioned in that release about Blank I dredged out of the Fink File. Remember?”
“I remember. What did he say to that?”
“Well, then, he mentioned Blank, and agreed when I said I wanted to interview him. But he wasn’t happy about it, I could tell.”
“It might be personal animosity. You know-office politics. Maybe he hates Blank’s guts and doesn’t want him to get any personal publicity.”
“Maybe,” Handry said doubtedly, “but that’s not the impression I got.”
“What impression did you get?”
“Just a crazy idea.”
“Let’s have it,” Delaney said patiently.
“That maybe Blank’s stock is falling. That maybe he hasn’t been doing a good job. That maybe the rumor is around that they’re going to get rid of him. So naturally the PR man wouldn’t want an article in the paper that says what a great genius Blank is, and a week later J-B ties a can to him. Sound crazy?”
Delaney was silent, thinking it over. “No,” he said finally, “not so crazy. In fact, it may make a lot of sense. Can you have lunch today?”
“You paying?”
“Sure.”
“Then I can have lunch today. Where and when?”
“How about that chophouse where we ate before?”
“Sure. Fine. Great ale.”
“About twelve-thirty? In the bar?”
“I’ll be there.”
The Captain went to shave. As he scraped his jaw, he thought that Handry’s impression might possibly be correct. Blank’s little hobby could be affecting his efficiency during office hours; that wasn’t hard to understand. He had been the corporation’s fairhaired boy when that Fink File release was sent out. But now they weren’t happy about his being interviewed by the press. Interesting.
Wiping away excess lather and splashing after-shave lotion on his face, Delaney decided he better brief Handry on the upcoming interview during lunch. The interview was scheduled for the day after Christmas. By that time Handry might be reporting the results to Broughton, if he wanted to. But Delaney was determined to do everything he possibly could right up to that 24-hour deadline Alinski had promised which, when the Captain left the house, was now only six hours away.
Handry ordered a broiled veal chop and draft ale. Delaney had a rye highball and steak-and-kidney pie.
“Listen,” the Captain said to the reporter “we’ve got a lot to get through, so let’s get started on it right away.”
Handry stared at him. “What’s up?” he asked.
“What’s up?” Delaney repeated, puzzled. “What do you mean, ‘What’s up’?”
“We’ve been sitting here five minutes at the most. You’ve already looked at your watch twice, and you keep fiddling with the silverware. You never did that before.”
“You should be a detective,” Delaney growled, “and go looking for clues.”
“No, thanks. Detectives lie too much, and they always answer a question with a question. Right?”
“When did I ever answer a question with a question?” Handry shook with laughter, spluttering. Finally, when he calmed down, he said: “On the way over, just before I left the office, I met a guy at the water cooler. He’s on the political side. City. He says there was a big meeting at the Mansion last night. Heavy brass. He says the rumor is that Deputy Commissioner Broughton is on the skids. Because of his flop with Operation Lombard. You know anything about that?”
“No.”
“Doesn’t affect you one way or another?”
“No.”
“All right,” Handry sighed. “Have it your own way. So, like you said, let’s get started.”
“Look,” Delaney said earnestly, leaning forward across the table on his elbows. “I’m not conning you. Sure, there are some things I’m not telling you, but they’re not mine to tell. You’ve been a great help to me. This interview with Blank is important. I don’t want you to think I’m deliberately lying to you.”
“All right, all right,” Handry said, holding up a hand. “I believe you. Now, what I’d guess you’d like to know most from this Blank interview is whether or not he’s a mountain climber, and if he owns an ice ax. Right?”
“Right,” the Captain said promptly, not bothering to mention that he had already established these facts. It was necessary that Handry continue to believe that his interview was important. “Sure, I want to know what he does at Javis-Bircham, what his job is, how many people work for him, and so on. That has to be the bulk of the interview or he’ll get suspicious. But what I really want is his personal record, his history, his background, the man himself. Can you get that?”
“Sure.”
“You can? All right, let’s suppose I’m Blank. You’re interviewing me. How do you go about it?”
Handry thought a moment, then: “Could you tell me something about your personal life, Mr. Blank? Where you were born, schools you attended-things like that.”
“What for? I thought this interview was about the installation of AMROK II and the possibilities for the computer in business?”
“Oh, it is, it is. But in these executive interviews, Mr. Blank, we always try to include a few personal items. It adds to the readability of the article and to make the man interviewed a real person.”
“Good, good,” Delaney nodded. “You’ve got the right idea. Play up to his ego. There are millions of readers out there who want to know about him, not just the job he does.”
Their food and drinks arrived, and they dug in, but Delaney wouldn’t pause.
“Here’s what I need about him,” he said, and took a deep swallow from his glass. “Where and when he was born, schools, military service, previous jobs, marital status. All right-let’s take marital status. I’m Blank again. You ask questions.”
“Are you married, Mr. Blank?” Handry asked.
“Is that important to the article?”
“Well, if you’d rather not…”
“I’m divorced. I guess it’s no secret.”
“I see. Any children?”
“No.”
“Any plans for marriage in the near future?”
“I really don’t think that has any place in your article, Mr. Handry.”
“No. You’re right. I guess not. But we have a lot of women readers, Mr. Blank-more than you’d guess-and things like that interest them.”
“You’re doing great,” Delaney said approvingly. “Actually, he’s got a girl friend, but I doubt if he’ll mention her. Now let’s rehearse the mountain climbing thing. How will you go about that?”
“Do you have any hobbies, Mr. Blank? Stamp collecting, skiing, boating, bird watching-anything like that?”
“Well…as a matter of fact, I’m a mountain climber. An amateur one, I assure you.”
“Mountain climbing? That is interesting. Where do you do that?”
“Oh…here, in the States. And in Europe.”
“Where in Europe?”
“France, Switzerland, Italy, Austria. I don’t travel as much as I’d like to, but I try to include some climbing wherever I go.”
“Fascinating sport-but expensive, isn’t it, Mr. Blank? I mean, outside the travel. I’m just asking out of personal curiosity, but don’t you need a lot of equipment?”
“Oh…not so much. Outdoor winter wear, of course. A rucksack. Crampons. Nylon rope.”
“And an ice ax?”
“No,” Delaney said definitely. “Don’t say that. If Blank doesn’t mention it, don’t you suggest it. If he’s guilty, I don’t want to alert him. Handry, this stuff could be important, very important, but don’t say anything or suggest anything that might make him think your conversation is anything but what it’s supposed to be-an interview with a young executive who works with a computer.”