“They would,” said Mart. “All their lives they have accepted the fact that the Patent System has no bearing on their work, so they aren’t even sure of what they ought to expect of it. When the bell finally rings and they catch on to what they’ve been missing, there’ll be a reaction!”
Don Wolfe called on the phone later in the day. “Baird ate it up,” he said. “It was just what he was looking for. It will be on his broadcast tonight. But that guy’s a first-class paranoid. It looks to me like it would be a good idea to get a bodyguard until this blows over. He’s, quote, out to make a public example of the intellectual selfishness that has hamstrung our nation for the past two decades, unquote. He’s just plain nuts.”
“That’s about normal for the type,” said Mart. “I think we can take care of ourselves. If you want me to, I’ll fix up some letters now. There shouldn’t be any trouble about finding a new job. I hope you’ll be available for testimony if this investigation goes through.”
“I will, don’t worry. And I won’t need the letters. I managed to pick up something on my own this afternoon. Let me know when I can help out the good work again.”
Don Wolfe had not exaggerated. As Mart listened to the television reporter in the evening he felt a little sick. Baird’s viciousness emphasized anew the magnitude of the thing they were combating. The Patent System was only a small fragment, he thought. Roots of the same malignancy penetrated deeply into every division of society.
But Baird succeeded, at least, in making the point Mart wanted him to make. He demanded Congress appoint a committee to investigate the rights of an individual to withhold knowledge of vital concern to the welfare of the nation, even though he couldn’t patent his discoveries.
“We know this information exists,” he said. “It exists in the mind of one man. Can we afford to let this man monopolize and bury these vital principles beyond the reach of the nation? I submit that this information is comparable to the resources of coal, oil, and atomic energy. We would not think of allowing a single individual to bar access to any of these. I call upon the Congress of the United States to investigate this intolerable situation and pass legislation at once which will correct it.”
The effectiveness of Baird’s appeal was demonstrated to Mart the following morning as he stepped into a taxi. The moment he was seated, the doors on either side opened, and two neatly dressed men sat down beside him. He felt the points of guns pressed against him on either side.
Somewhat sadly, he turned to get a look at each of them. There was nothing familiar except a certain thoughtless determination that could be associated with crusaders like Baird — or equally well with thugs who hoped to torture out of him his secrets for their own use.
With the point of his elbow, Mart pressed the control segment of the teleport belt and found himself sitting on the cornice of the apartment building watching the taxi jolt through the traffic below. He watched until it disappeared. He would have to get Carolyn and the children out of town, he thought. He had known the party would be rough, but he hadn’t anticipated it quite this bad.