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Skinner didn’t look at all the way Elshawe had expected. Instead, he frowned a little and said: “I’m glad you came, Mr. Elshawe. I didn’t realize that there was enough evidence to connect me with his project.” But he didn’t look exactly overjoyed.

“Well,” Elshawe said tentatively, “if you’ll just answer a few questions–“

“Just a minute, Mr. Elshawe. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions first?”

“Go ahead.”

Skinner leaned forward earnestly. “Mr. Elshawe, who deserves credit for an invention? Who deserves the money?”

“Why … why, the inventor, of course.”

“The inventor? Or the man who gives it to humanity?”

“I … don’t quite follow you.”

He leaned back in his chair again. “Mr. Elshawe, when I invented the Polarizer, I hadn’t the remotest idea of what I’d invented. I taught general science in the high school Malcom Porter went to, and I had a lab in my basement. Porter was a pretty bright boy, and he liked to come around to my lab and watch me putter around. I had made this gadget–it was a toy for children as far as I was concerned. I didn’t have any idea of its worth. It was just a little gadget that hopped up into the air and floated down again. Cute, but worthless, except as a novelty. And it was too expensive to build it as a novelty. So I forgot about it.

“Years later, Porter came around to me and offered to buy it. I dug it out of the junk that was in my little workshop and sold it to him.

“A couple of years after that, he came back. He said that he’d invented something. After beating all around the bush, he finally admitted that his invention was a development of my little toy. He offered me a million dollars if I’d keep my mouth shut and forget all about the thing.”

“And you accepted?” Elshawe asked incredulously.

“Certainly! I made him buy me a tax-paid annuity that pays me more than enough to get by on. I don’t want wealth, Mr. Elshawe–just comfort. And that’s why I gave it to him.”

* * * * *

“I don’t follow you.”

“Let me tell you about Malcom Porter. He is one of that vast horde of people who want to be someone. They want to be respected and looked up to. But they either can’t, or won’t, take the time to learn the basics of the field they want to excel in. The beautiful girl who wants to be an actress without bothering to learn to act; the young man who wants to be a judge without going through law school, or be a general without studying military tactics; and Malcom Porter, the boy who wanted to be a great scientist–but didn’t want to take the trouble to learn science.”

Elshawe nodded. He was thinking of the “artists” who splatter up clean canvas and call it “artistic self-expression.” And the clodheads who write disconnected, meaningless prose and claim that it’s free verse. The muddleminds who forget that Picasso learned to paint within the strict limits of classical art before he tried new methods, and that James Joyce learned to handle the English language well before he wrote “Finnegan’s Wake.”

“On the other hand,” Skinner continued, “I am … well, rather a shy man. As soon as Malcom told me what the device would do when it was properly powered, I knew that there would be trouble. I am not a fighter, Mr. Elshawe. I have no desire to spend time in prison or be vilified in the news or called a crackpot by orthodox scientists.

“I don’t want to fight Malcom’s claim, Mr. Elshawe. Don’t you see, he deserves the credit! In the first place, he recognized it for what it was. If he hadn’t, Heaven only knows how long it would have been before someone rediscovered it. In the second place, he has fought and fought hard to give it to humanity. He has suffered in prison and spent millions of dollars to get the Polarizer into the hands of the United States Government. He has, in fact, worked harder and suffered more than if he’d taken the time and trouble to get a proper education. And it got him what he wanted; I doubt that he would have made a very good scientist, anyway.