JAMES ELLERBEE WAS a slim man, impetuous and energetic. Fenwick liked him on sight. He was not a technical man; he was a farmer. But he was an educated farmer. He had a degree from the State Agricultural College. He dabbled in amateur radio and electronics as a hobby.
“I’m certainly glad someone is finally willing to give me a break and take a look at my device,” he said as he shook Fenwick’s hand. “I’ve had nothing but a runaround from this office for the past eight months. Yet, according to all the publicity, this is where the nation’s scientific progress is evaluated.”
Fenwick felt like a hypocrite. “We get pretty overloaded,” he said lamely.
They were in Baker’s office. Baker watched smugly from behind his desk. Ellerbee said, “Well, we might as well get started. All you have to do,
