“I'll make mighty darn sure of it,” said the father. “If you get in my way, I'll tell you, and if you get in other people's way, they'll tell you.”
“That's fair enough.”
“All right then; here's my idea for the summer: have a desk in my room, and sit there and study munitions instead of sines and cosines or the names of English kings. When I interview callers you listen, and when I dictate letters, you get the correspondence and follow it back until you understand the deal. Study contracts and specifications, prices and discounts; get the blueprints, and what you don't understand ask me about. Learn the formulas for steel, and when you know enough to understand what you're seeing, go down to the shop and watch the procèss. When you know the parts of a gun, take it apart and see if you can put it together again. Go to the testing grounds and watch it work — all sorts of things like that.”
Lanny listened in a glow. “Gee, Robbie, that's too much!”
“How far you get will depend on you. This much ought to be certain — in three months you'll know whether you're really interested and want to go on. Is that a deal?”
“You bet it is!”
“I'll tell my secretaries to give you whatever papers you ask for, and you'll make it your business to turn them back to the person you got them from. You mustn't touch the files yourself, because there can't be any blundering in them. If there's anything else you want, ask me, because everybody in the place is working under heavy pressure, and they wouldn't like you if you tripped them up. One thing you know already — you won't ever breathe a word to anybody about what you learn on this job.”
II
For a while Lanny was like a sailorman who has dug up an old chest full of Spanish doubloons and jewels; he couldn't get enough of looking at them and running them through his hands. All those mysterious things that he had heard his father discussing with army officers and ministers of war were now unveiled to him. One of the first that came along was a lot of reports from the firms abroad that had leased Budd patents for the duration of the war; also the secret reports that Bub Smith was sending on the same subject. It was like being turned loose amid the private papers of Sherlock Holmes! Lanny dreamed of the day when he might be able to call Robbie's attention to some discrepancy in the reports of Zaharoff's companies, something that Robbie himself had overlooked in the rush of affairs. But he never had that luck.
His new job brought him the honor of an invitation to dine at his grandfather's. He and Robbie went together, and the old gentleman said: “Well, young man, I hear you have kept your promise.” Just that, and no more.