“Did you know that Coast-to-Coast wants to get Salio on the Russ Litherland Show?” Cavan asked.
“We’ve got this launch coming up. I haven’t been following all the details.”
“He received a call recently to confirm that he was interested in participating. But the call didn’t come from anyone at Coast-to-Coast. It was from a woman called Maria Hutchill, who had gotten wind of their intention. Does that name mean anything to you, Landen?”
Keene felt unease and let it show. “Leo, this makes me nervous. I thought SICA’s business was supposed to be national science policy. But it seems we can’t mail a letter without you knowing about it. It makes me feel really glad that you’re on my side. . . . At least, I hope you are.”
“I told you, Landen, we’re all spies now. It’s a tacky world. Science has been taken over by the mentalities that run everything else. The only way to feel secure is to know everyone else’s secrets and think they don’t know yours.”
“I get by okay just managing my own business,” Keene said.
“But you’re not neurotic. You had the sense to get out.”
“If you say so. Anyhow who’s this Maria . . .”
“Hutchill. She’s effectively Herbert Voler’s second in command at Yale.” Keene’s eyebrows lifted at the mention again of his former wife’s present husband. Now he was all attention. Cavan went on, “Voler has emerged as the coordinator of the campaign to discredit the Kronians. The verdict is political and has already been decided, but the case for the jury needs to be made to look scientific.”
Keene stared hard at the image on the screen. “Did you guess that this would happen, Leo? Was that why you came to me?”
“It seemed fairly certain early on that Voler would be involved, yes,” Cavan admitted. “The job dovetails well with his own personal agenda.”
Keene nodded without needing to be told what Cavan meant. Voler’s credentials and professional ambitions had made him the ideal for Fey to turn to when Keene committed the great betrayal of turning his back on the prospects of social eminence and distinction in academia. Keene had suspected a certain bedazzlement on Fey’s part in that direction before he announced his decision, but he hadn’t made an issue of it since his guess had been that she wouldn’t be around for too much longer after that in any case. Voler’s sights at that time had been set on becoming Director of Observational Astronomy at NASA, which meant running all their ground-based, orbiting, and lunar observatories. The position was coveted by several notable figures in the academic world, and success in the current task of defeating the Kronian mission would significantly improve his chances.
“Have you been keeping track of him over the years since your paths crossed?” Cavan inquired.
“Oh, come on, Leo,” Keene snorted. “Why should I have? You know I got out of all that. I’ve got better things to do than play the jealous, stalking ex. In any case, I wasn’t jealous.”
“His pet scheme that he’s been trying to get Congressional action on is for a new federal overseeing agency to coordinate all major research in government, the academic centers, and major industrial labs,” Cavan said. “With himself chairing the supervisory board, of course.”
“Of course,” Keene agreed sarcastically. “We really need another one.”
“Ah, yes. But the line he’s pushing is that science has been getting sloppy, letting in New Age and Mother-Earth mystics, and what’s needed is an office with clout that can clean up the faith and reinstate proper discipline. He’s got the ear of a lot of people with problems they can blame on deteriorating scientific standards. So you can see what an opportunity this Kronian situation is for him to show everyone he’s the man for the job. And it would be particularly valuable to him at the present time, in view of his bid to become NASA’s astronomy supremo. He has the support of the academics, but there are other rivals that many of the scientists within NASA itself would prefer—in JPL, for example.”
Keene nodded. “I heard something about that from Salio. So where does this call to him from Maria . . . Hutchill come into it?” he asked again.