Thought I was some practical joker.
We’ll skip that.
“There’s three women and a man on that list.
They cover English, French, Spanish, and German.
Two of them are working in the East, and I’m waiting for answers to telegrams I sent them.
One lives in Pomona and one works for the Arizona School for the Deaf.
That’s the best I could do.”
We thought that over.
“Get on the phone. Talk to every state in the union if you have to, or overseas.”
Johnson kicked the desk.
“And what are you going to do with them, if I’m that lucky?”
“You’ll find out.
Get them on planes and fly them here, and we’ll talk turkey when they get here.
I want a projection room, not yours, and a good bonded court reporter.”
He asked the world to appreciate what a life he led.
“Get in touch with us at the Commodore.”
To Marrs: “Keep the reporters away for a while.
We’ll have something for them later.”
Then we left.
Johnson never did find anyone who could lipread Greek. None, at least, that could speak English.
The expert on Russian he dug out of Ambridge, in Pennsylvania, the Flemish and Holland Dutch expert came from Leyden, in the Netherlands, and at the last minute he stumbled upon a Korean who worked in Seattle as an inspector for the Chinese Government.
Five women and two men.
We signed them to an ironclad contract drawn by Samuels, who now handled all our legal work.
I made a little speech before they signed.
“These contracts, as far as we’ve been able to make sure, are going to control your personal and business life for the next year, and there’s a clause that says we can extend that period for another year if we so desire.
Let’s get this straight.
You are to live in a place of your own, which we will provide. You will be supplied with all necessities by our buyers.
Any attempt at unauthorized communication will result in abrogation of the contract.
Is that clear?
“Good.
Your work will not be difficult, but it will be tremendously important.
You will, very likely, be finished in three months, but you will be ready to go any place at any time at our discretion, naturally at our expense.
Mr. Sorenson, as you are taking this down, you realize that this goes for you, too.”
He nodded.
“Your references, your abilities, and your past work have been thoroughly checked, and you will continue under constant observation.
You will be required to verify and notarize every page, perhaps every line, of your transcripts, which Mr. Sorenson here will supply.
Any questions?”
No questions.
Each was getting a fabulous salary, and each wanted to appear eager to earn it.
They all signed.
Resourceful Johnson bought for us a small rooming house, and we paid an exorbitant price to a detective agency to do the cooking and cleaning and chauffeuring required.
We requested that the lip-readers refrain from discussing their work among themselves, especially in front of the house employees, and they followed instructions very well.
One day, about a month later, we called a conference in the projection room of Johnson’s laboratory.
We had a single reel of film.
“What’s that for?”
“That’s the reason for all the cloak-and-dagger secrecy.
Never mind calling your projection man.
This I’m going to run through myself. See what you think of it.”
They were all disgusted.
“I’m getting tired of all this kid stuff,” said Kessler.