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get to that, but it hasn’t got to it yet. It isn’t going to get to it for hundreds and hundreds of years.”

His manner became confidential. “Civilization’s just a fight, Trafford – just as savagery is a fight, and being a wild beast is a fight, – only you have paddeder gloves on and there’s more rules. We aren’t out for everybody, we’re out for ourselves – and a few friends perhaps – within limits. It’s no good hurrying ahead and pretending civilization’s something else, when it isn’t. That’s where all these socialists and people come a howler. Oh, I know the Socialists. I see ‘em at my wife’s At Homes. They come along with the literary people and the artists’ wives and the actors and actresses, and none of them take much account of me because I’m just a business man and rather dark and short, and so I get a chance of looking at them from the side that isn’t on show while the other’s turned to the women, and they’re just as fighting as the rest of us, only they humbug more and they don’t seem to me to have a decent respect for any of the common rules. And that’s about what it all comes to, Trafford.”

Sir Rupert paused, and Trafford was about to speak when the former resumed again, his voice very earnest, his eyes shining with purpose. He liked Trafford, and he was doing his utmost to make a convincing confession of the faith that was in him. “It’s when it comes to the women,” said Sir Rupert, “that one finds it out. That’s where you’vefound it out. You say, I’m going to devote my life to the service of Humanity in general. You’ll find Humanity in particular, in the shape of all the fine, beautiful, delightful and desirable women you come across, preferring a narrower turn of devotion. See? That’s all. Caeter-

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is paribus, of course. That’s what I found out, and that’s what you’ve found out, and that’s what everybody with any sense in his head finds out, and there you are.”

“You put it – graphically,” said Trafford.

“I feel it graphically. I may be all sorts of things, but I do know a fact when I see it. I’m here with a few things I want and a woman or so I have and want to keep, and the kids upstairs, bless ‘em! and I’m in league with all the others who want the same sort of things. Against any one or anything that upsets us. We stand by the law and each other, and that’s what it all amounts to. That’s as far as my patch of Humanity goes. Humanity at large! Humanity be blowed! Look at it! It isn’t that I’m hostile to Humanity, mind you, but that I’m not disposed to go under as I should do if I didn’t say that. So I say it. And that’s about all it is, and there you are.”

He regarded Trafford over his cigar, drawing fiercely at it for some moments. Then seeing Trafford on the point of speaking, he snatched it from his lips, demanded silence by waving it at his hearer, and went on.

“I say all this in order to dispose of any idea that you can keep up the open-minded tell-everybody-every-thing scientific attitude if you come into business. You can’t. Put business in two words and what is it? Keeping something from somebody else, and making him pay for it – “

“Oh, look here!” protested Trafford. “That’s not the whole of business.”

“There’s making him want it, of course, advertisement and all that, but that falls under making him pay for it, really.”

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“But a business man organizes public services, consolidates, economizes.”

Sir Rupert made his mouth look very wide by sucking in the corners. “Incidentally,” he said, and added after a judicious pause: “Sometimes... I thought we were talking of making money.”

“Go on,” said Trafford.

“You set me thinking,” said Solomonson. “It’s the thing I always like about you. I tell you, Trafford, I don’t believe that the majority of people who make money help civilization forward any more than the smoke that comes out of the engine helps the train forward. If you put it to me, I don’t. I’ve got no illusions of that sort. They’re about as much help as – fat. They accumulate because things happen to be arranged so.”

“Things will be arranged better some day.”

“They aren’t arranged better now. Grip that! Now, it’s a sort of paradox. If you’ve got big gifts and you choose to help forward the world, if you choose to tell all you know and give away everything you can do in the way of work, you’ve got to give up the ideas of wealth and security, and that means fine women and children. You’ve got to be a deprived sort of man. ‘All right,’ you say, ‘That’s me!’ But how about your wife being a deprived sort of woman? Eh? That’s where it gets you! And meanwhile, you know, while you make your sacrifices and do your researches, there’ll be little mean sharp active beasts making money all over you like maggots on a cheese. And if everybody who’d got gifts and altruistic ideas gave themselves up to it, then evidently only the mean and greedy lot would breed and have the glory. They’d get everything. Every blessed thing.

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There wouldn’t be an option they didn’t hold. And the other chaps would produce the art and the science and the literature, as far as the men who’d got hold of things would let ‘em, and perish out of the earth altogether.... There you are! Still, that’s how things are made....”

“But it isn’t worth it. It isn’t worth extinguishing oneself in order to make a world for those others, anyhow. Them and their children. Is it? Eh? It’s like building a temple for flies to buzz in.... There is such a thing as a personal side to Eugenics, you know.”

Solomonson reflected over the end of his cigar. “It isn’t good enough,” he concluded.

“You’re infernally right,” said Trafford.

“Very well,” said Solomonson, “and now we can get to business.”

XVII

The immediate business was the systematic exploitation of the fact that Trafford had worked out the problem of synthesizing indiarubber. He had done so with an entire indifference to the commercial possibilities of the case, because he had been irritated by the enormous publicity given to Behrens’ assertion that he had achieved this long-sought end. Of course the production of artificial rubbers and rubber-like substances had been one of the activities of the synthetic chemist for many years, from the appearance of Tilden’s isoprene rubber

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onward, and there was already a formidable list of collaterals, dimethybutadiene, and so forth, by which the coveted goal could be approached. Behrens had boldly added to this list as his own a number of variations upon a theme of Trafford’s, originally designed to settle certain curiosities about elasticity. Behrens’ products were not only more massively rubber-like than anything that had gone before them, but also extremely cheap to produce, and his bold announcement of success had produced a check in rubber sales and widespread depression in the quiveringly sensitive market of plantation shares. Solomonson had consulted Trafford about this matter at Vevey, and had heard with infinite astonishment that Trafford had already roughly prepared and was proposing to complete and publish, unpatented and absolutely unprotected, first a smashing demonstration of the unsoundness of Behrens’ claim and then a lucid exposition of just what had to be done and what could be done to make an indiarubber absolutely indistinguishable from the natural product. The business man could not believe his ears.

“My dear chap, positively – you mustn’t,” Solomonson had screamed, and he had opened his fingers and humped his shoulders and for all his public school and university training lapsed undisguisedly into the Oriental. “Don’t you see all you are throwing away?” he squealed.

“I suppose it’s our quality to throw such things away,” said Trafford, when at last Solomonson’s point of view became clear to him. They had embarked upon a long rambling discussion of that issue of publication, a discussion they were

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now taking up again. “When men dropped that idea of concealing knowledge, alchemist gave place to chemist,” said Trafford, “and all that is worth having in modern life, all that makes it better and safer and more hopeful than the ancient life, began.”

“My dear fellow,” said Solomonson, “I know, I know. But to give away the synthesis of rubber! To just shove it out of the window into the street! Gare l’eau! O! And when you could do with so much too!”....

Now they resumed the divergent threads of that Vevey talk. Solomonson had always entertained the warmest friendship and admiration for Trafford, and it was no new thing that he should desire a business co-operation. He had been working for that in the old days at Riplings; he had never altogether let the possibility drop out of sight between them in spite of Trafford’s repudiations. He believed himself to be a scientific man turned to business, but indeed his whole passion was for organization and finance. He knew he could do everything but originate, and in Trafford he recognized just that rare combination of an obstinate and penetrating simplicity with constructive power which is the essential blend in the making of great intellectual initiatives. To Trafford belonged the secret of novel and unsuspected solutions; what were fixed barriers and unsurmountable conditions to trained investigators and commonplace minds, would yield to his gift of magic inquiry. He could startle the accepted error into selfbetrayal. Other men might play the game of business infinitely better than he – Solomonson knew, indeed, quite well that

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he himself could play the game infinitely better than Trafford – but it rested with Trafford by right divine of genius to alter the rules. If only he could be induced to alter the rules secretly, unostentatiously, on a business footing, instead of making catastrophic plunges into publicity! And everything that had made Trafford up to the day of his marriage was antagonistic to such strategic reservations. The servant of science has as such no concern with personal consequences; his business is the steady, relentless clarification of knowledge. The human affairs he changes, the wealth he makes or destroys, are no concern of his; once these things weigh with him, become primary, he has lost his honour as a scientific man.

“But you must think of consequences,” Solomonson had cried during those intermittent talks at Vevey. “Here you are, shying this cheap synthetic rubber of yours into the world – for it’s bound to be cheap! any one can see that – like a bomb into a market-place. What’s the good of saying you don’t care about the market-place, that yourbusiness is just to make bombs and drop them out of the window? You smash up things just the same. Why! you’ll ruin hundreds and thousands of people, people living on rubber shares, people working in plantations, old, inadaptable workers in rubber works....”

Sir Rupert was now still a little incredulous of Trafford’s change of purpose, and for a time argued conceded points. Then slowly he came to the conditions and methods of the new relationship. He sketched out a scheme of co-operation and understandings between his firm and Trafford, between them both and his associated group in the city.

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Behrens was to have rope and produce his slump in plantation shares, then Trafford was to publish his criticism of Behrens, reserving only that catalytic process which was his own originality, the process that was to convert the inert, theoretically correct synthetic rubber, with a mysterious difference in the quality of its phases, into the real right thing. With Behrens exploded, plantation shares would recover, and while their friends in the city manipulated that, Trafford would resign his professorship and engage himself to an ostentatious promotion syndicate for the investigation of synthetic rubber. His discovery would follow immediately the group had cleared itself of plantation shares; indeed he could begin planning the necessary works forthwith; the large scale operations in the process were to be protected as far as possible by patents, but its essential feature, the addition of a specific catalytic agent, could be safely dealt with as a secret process.

“I hate secrecy,” said Trafford.

“Business,” interjected Solomonson, and went on with his exposition of the relative advantages of secrecy and patent rights. It was all a matter of just how many people you had to trust. As that number increased, the more and more advisable did it become to put your cards on the table and risk the complex uncertain protection of the patent law. They went into elaborate calculations, clerks were called upon to hunt up facts and prices, and the table was presently littered with waste arithmetic.

“I believe we can do the stuff at tenpence a pound,” said Solomonson, leaning back in his chair at last, and rattling his fountain pen between his teeth, “so soon, that is, as we

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deal in quantity. Tenpence! We can lower the price and spread the market, sixpence by sixpence. In the end – there won’t be any more plantations. Have to grow tea.... I say, let’s have an invalid dinner of chicken and champagne, and go on with this. It’s fascinating. You can telephone.”

They dined together, and Solomonson on champagne rather than chicken. His mind, which had never shown an instant’s fatigue, began to glow and sparkle. This enterprise, he declared, was to be only the first of a series of vigorous exploitations. The whole thing warmed him. He would rather make ten thousand by such developments, than a hundred thousand by mere speculation. Trafford had but scratched the surface of his mine of knowledge. “Let’s think of other things,” said Sir Rupert Solomonson. “Diamonds! No! They’ve got too many tons stowed away already. A diamond now – it’s an absolutely artificial value. At any time a new discovery and one wild proprietor might bust that show. Lord! – diamonds! Metals? Of course you’ve worked the colloids chiefly. I suppose there’s been more done in metals and alloys than anywhere. There’s a lot of other substances. Business has hardly begun to touch substances yet, you know, Trafford – flexible glass, for example, and things like that. So far we’ve always taken substances for granted. On our side, I mean. It’s extraordinary how narrow the outlook of business and finance is – still. It never seems to lead to things, never thinks ahead. In this case of rubber, for example – “

“When men fight for their own hands and for profit and position in the next ten years or so, I suppose they tend to become narrow.”

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