Merrik was leaning forward, smiling now, hands clasped on the desk, thumbs weaving. "Is that so?" This was looking bigger and juicier than he'd supposed. This kind of contract could be worth millions. Still beaming, he reached out to the intercom. "I think at this point it would be most fruitful for you to meet our senior research chemist, Dr. Hilti. I'm sure you could have a most profitable--er, that's to say, worthwhile--discussion in respect to your precise requirements." His eagerness was touching.
"Before we get to that, Mr. Merrik--"
"Burt."
"There's one thing I ought to mention, Burt. Some of our people at Scripps expressed doubts that JEG Chemicals has the facilities and resources to undertake a project such as this one. To be frank, Burt, it was suggested that I get in touch with Dow or Monsanto and let them have a shot at it."
Merrik looked distressed and leaped in at once, keen to reassure him.
"Have no fears on that score, Dr. Benson. We can handle it all right. True, we're not as big as some of the others, but we're still one helluva size. We've got the R and D facilities, the laboratories, the staff. Take my word for it, we can do it. Yessir!"
"I wouldn't dream of doubting it," Chase said. "You'll appreciate, Burt, that I have to satisfy the people at my end. Internal politics and so on. You know how it is."
"Yes, I do. Absolutely." Merrik spread his arms wide, sandy eyebrows arched above his green spectacles. "Anything I can do to help, Dr. Benson. Just put a name to it . . ."
"Are your labs here, in this plant?"
Merrik nodded. "Yes, all our research facilities are based right here. Look, why don't I arrange a tour, here and now, and then you'll be in a position to make a full report to your people at Scripps? How does that sound?" He waited anxiously while Chase glanced at his watch and deliberated. "Shouldn't take more than, say, forty, fifty minutes. And if you can spare the time, why not stay and have lunch?"
His face lit up when Chase nodded at last. "I guess I can manage that, Burt. I know they'll feel happier if I can say I've seen your labs for myself."
After being conducted by Merrik and Dr. Hilti around the three-story building with its large brightly lit laboratories and being shown everything he asked to see (including a perfect zero vacuum chamber which alone must have cost half a million dollars), Chase expressed himself more than satisfied. He had no need to fake his admiration; the facilities, as promised, were impressive.
Dr. Hilti was a tall spare man in his early sixties with the austere, scrubbed look of someone who lived his life to a rigid, unswerving discipline. He wore a spotless white coat and had a prominent Adam's apple supported by a blue-and-white-checked bow tie. Here was a different caliber of intelligence to Burt Merrik's, and Chase knew he'd have to be extra careful: That piercing stare and tight prudish mouth advertised to the world that Dr. Hilti was nobody's fool.
Chase was less than happy, however. He hadn't expected to come across hard evidence that they were producing a banned chemical at the plant, but he knew that the manufacture of 2,4,5-T on a commercial scale required continuous laboratory monitoring and ultrahigh levels of precaution. Nowhere had he seen anything to set the alarm bells ringing. And Merrik and Dr. Hilti seemed quite willing to take him through the labs, floor by floor, never once hesitant or in the least evasive.
He'd done as much as he could. Cheryl was going to have to dream up some other way of finding out what JEG Chemicals was up to--if indeed the company was up to anything.
He followed Dr. Hilti, erect and ramrod straight, back to the chemist's office on the ground floor, and with Burt Merrik chattering in his ear nearly didn't see the side corridor leading to a pair of steel doors with portholes in them and a sign above reading marine experimental chamber.
Chase halted. Still talking, Merrik carried on a few paces. Chase started off down the corridor before Merrik realized what was happening.
"Say, this looks interesting, Burt!" Chase exclaimed. "This would impress my people no end."
"Dr. Benson!" Dr. Hilti called out sharply.
A smaller red-lettered sign said authorized personnel only. Chase's breath quickened a little. Was this it?
"Not in there, I'm sorry," said Dr. Hilti stiffly. "We're conducting a series of tests."
Chase looked at Merrik rather impatiently, then shrugged with sad resignation. Merrik in turn scowled at Dr. Hilti. "You do realize how important this could be to us? It would be unfortunate if Dr. Benson felt unable to recommend us because he was denied the opportunity of seeing all our research facilities."
Chase smiled inwardly. Well, well. There was a streak of defiance lurking inside that mild exterior after all.
