“Well, well! A pleasure indeed to greet two such distinguished scientists 1”
Furster spoke in a quick, barking voice.
There was something almost foxlike about him, Tom thought, as he sized up the sales representative.
“We appreciate this chance to see your company’s new radio equipment,”
Mr. Swift said. “It sounds most interesting.”
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“The word is ‘revolutionary/ my friends! The armed forces and the aerospace industry will swamp us with orders when they find out what we’ve got. We’re not in full production yet.”
Furster paused and darted a sly grin at Tom. “I-er-hear you’ve been working on a similar type of radio, young man.”
“Enterprises is always working on new scientific developments,” Tom said noncommittally, though curious as to the source of the man’s information.
“Cautious type, eh?” Furster laughed loudly.
“When may we see your radio?” Tom asked pointedly, with a glance at his wrist watch.
“We’ll grab a bite next door, then pick up my car and leave,” Furster promised.
Half an hour later they were on their way out of Manhattan and heading for the Lincoln Tunnel to New Jersey. Furster kept up a joking but inquisitive chatter.
The Swifts, though polite, parried his questions about Tom’s latest inventions.
Leaving the industrial and concentrated residential areas behind, they came to the open countryside. The terrain became wilder, with wooded hills bordering the road.
“Your lab must be in a rather out-of-the-way place,” Mr. Swift remarked.
“We like privacy for our test work,” Furster explained. “Better radio reception, too.”
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