“Tommy told you, I believe.” “He didn't tell me what sort of man you are nor what sort of man you think I am. So all I can ask you is: What do you really want me to do?” “I don't want you to do anything,” answered Bill, uncomfortably. “I understand you have been experimenting with a kerosene-carburetor. A carburetor is one of a thousand problems to us. To you it is your only problem. Please bear that in mind. You may develop something of great value to all users of explosive engines. But I cannot tell you the exact number of dollars I'll pay for the improvements and patents you haven't got yet. I propose, instead, this: Give us the refusal of your inventions and improvements. Let your own lawyer draw up the papers that you and he think necessary to prevent us from buying your brains too cheaply. I believe you are honest, and I always bet on my judgment. That's my business.” “But suppose you thought my price was too high?” asked Bill, defiantly. “You are free to sell to the highest bidder. I think we can afford to pay as much as the next man. To make it fair for us to have the first call on your inventions, we will give you the use of the shop and laboratories, machinery, materials, and such help as you need. Then we'll lend you money for your living expenses, on your unsecured notes, without interest, for as long a time as you need--say, five or ten years. You will take out the patents in your own name at your own expense. You don't have to assign them to us. If we pay you on a royalty basis we pledge ourselves not to keep others from using your inventions if we ourselves don't. You come and see me when you've settled the conditions and terms to your satisfaction. Bring as many lawyers with you as you wish. Now, Bill,” finished Mr. Thompson, “go ahead and ask your two questions.” “What two questions?” asked Bill, who had followed Mr. Thompson's speech with some difficulty by reason of a surprise not far removed from incredulity. “First, why I offer to do so much for you without binding you to sell to us at our own price; and, second, where the joker is in my offer, anyhow.” “I wasn't going to ask anything of the kind.” Bill spoke with much dignity. “They are perfectly natural questions to ask, unless you had made up your mind to accept any offer blindly. I'd like to answer them, anyhow.” “Then I guess you'd better,” said Bill, a trifle defiantly. “I made that proposition to you because I've made it to others. I want you to realize as quickly as you can that in working for the company you are working for yourself. When a man is neither a hog nor an ass, I am perfectly willing to do business with him on his own terms. Just take it for granted that I know you as well as you know yourself. Am I taking such an awful risk, Bill?” “But you don't know me,” said Bill, in duty bound. Thompson smiled. “Well, your first question is answered. Now for the second.” “There is no need of it, Mr. Thompson,” said Bill, with decision.