I thought he might spend a lit tle time with you by way of getting started." Knowlton nodded thoughtfully.
"I don't know yet where he will finally land," Jerrold continued, "but he seems interested in what you are doing. "He's had a very good background in a number of laboratories, and he seems to have ideas about the problems we're tackling here." Knowlton nodded in agreement, instantly hoping that Fester would not be placed with him. What do you think of him?" Knowlton replied truthfully that he thought Fester was very bright and probably very competent. The next morning, Knowlton dropped into Jerrold's office, mentioned that he had talked with F a minute" Jerrold said, "I want to talk to you about him. Knowlton won- dered whether Jerrold and Fester had left together. Then, as if he had made a decision, he quickly locked up and took the long way out so that he would pass Jerrold's office. After Fester left, Knowlton slowly put the graphs away, feeling vaguely annoyed. "Let me show you the monster," he said, and led the way to the work room. I've been playing around with some autocorrelation functions of surfaces-you know that stuff Bob who had no idea what he was referring to, grinned back and nodded, and immediately felt uncomfortable. After a moment, he looked up with an odd grin. He stood up, but Fester was deep in the graphs. It's not finished, but I can show you the section that we're testing. We've got a new gadget by the tail and we're trying to understand it. "There are the preliminary results of a test we're running. We were talking about your work, and I'm very much interested in what you are doing." Bob waved to a chair Fester didn't seem to belong in any of the standard categories of visitors: customer, visiting fireman, or stockholder. "Doctor Jerrold said I might find you in. Are you Bob Knowlton?" Bob said yes, and they shook hands. He wore steel-rimmed glasses and had on a very wide leather belt with a large brass buckle The stranger smiled and introduced himself, "I'm Simon Fester. He looked up expectantly Jerrold often stayed late himself, and now and then droppe always made the day's end especially pleasant for Bob. He shrugged himself out of the reverie and bent determinedly over the sheets when he heard someone come into the room behind him. The whole sequence of events still seemed a little miraculous to Knowlton. Jerrold had been enthusiastic a separate project had been set up for further research and development of the device, and he had gotten the job of running it. During a routine testing of some rejected Clanson com ponents, he had stumbled on the idea of the photon correlator, and the rest had just happened. He had come to the Simmons Laboratories two years ago. "Well, damm it," he said to himself, he had produced. The sky is the limit for a man who can produce!" Knowlton felt again the tingle of happiness and embarrassment. Jerrold, the project head, saying again, "There's one thing about this place that you can bank on. His eyes were on the graphs before him, but in his mind he could hear Dr.
His appointment as project head was still new enough to give him a deep sense of pleasure. He liked to stay after the others had gone. Bob, alone in the laboratory, slid a little further down in his chair, looking with satisfaction at the results of the first test run of the new photon unit. One of the secretaries, who had stopped by and talked for a while about her husband's coming induction into the army, had finally left. The rest of the group had gone for the day. Transcribed image text: THE BOB KNOWLTON CASE10 Bob Knowlton was sitting alone in the conference room of the laboratory.
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