“Doctor Jerrold said I might find you in. Are you Bob Knowlton? ” Bob said yes, and they shook hands. The stranger smiled and introduced himself. His wife remarked later that it was the kind of belt the pilgrims must have worn. He wore steel-rimmed glasses and had on a very wide leather belt with a large brass buckle. This always made the day’s end especially pleasant for Bob. He looked up expectantly Jerrold often stayed late himself, and now and then dropped in for a chat. He shrugged 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 components, he had stumbled onto the idea of the photon correlator, and the rest had just happened. He had come to the Simmons Laboratories 2 years ago. Well, dammit, he said to himself, he had produced.
The sky is the limit for the person who can produce! ” Knowlton felt again the tingle of happiness and embarrassment. Jerrold, the head of the laboratory, 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 had stopped and talked for a while about her husband’s coming induction into the Army, and had finally left.
BOB KNOWLTON Alex Bavelas Bob Knowlton was sitting alone in the conference room of the laboratory.
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