Free A Stone & a Spear by Raymond F. Jones

A Stone and a Spear by Raymond F. Jones
    (Reconstructed from Galaxy Magazine December 1950)
     
    Given: The future is probabilities merging into one certainty. Proposition: Can the probabilities be made improbables so that the certainty becomes impossible?
     
    FROM Frederick to Baltimore, the rolling Maryland countryside lay under a fresh blanket of green. Wholly unaware of the summer glory, Dr. Curtis Johnson drove swiftly on the undulating highway, stirring clouds of dust and dried grasses.
     
    Beside him, his wife, Louise, held her blowing hair away from her face and laughed into the warm air. "Dr. Dell isn't going to run away. Besides, you said we could call this a weekend vacation as well as a business trip."
     
    Curt glanced at the speedometer and eased the pressure on the pedal. He grinned. "Wool-gathering again."
     
    "What about?"
     
    "I was just wondering who said it first — one of the fellows at Detrick, or that Lieutenant at Bikini, or—"
     
    "Said what? What are you talking about?"
     
    "That crack about the weapons after the next war. He — whoever it was — said there may be some doubt about what the weapons of the next war will be like, but there is absolutely no doubt about the weapons of World War IV. It will be fought with stones and spears. I guess any one of us could have said it."
     
    Louise's smile grew tight and thin. "Don't any of you ever think of anything but the next war — any of you?"
     
    "How can we? We're fighting it right now."
     
    "You make it sound so hopeless."
     
    "That's what Dell said in the days just before he quit. He said we didn't have to stay at Detrick producing the toxins and aerosols that will destroy millions of lives. But he never showed us how we could quit — and be sure of staying alive. His own walking out was no more than a futile gesture."
     
    "I just can't understand him, Curt. I think he's right in a way, but what brought him to that viewpoint?"
     
    "Hard to tell," Curt said, unconsciously speeding up again. "After the war, when the atomic scientists were publicly examining their consciences, Dell told them to examine their own guts first. That was typical of him then, but soon after, he swung just as strongly pacifist and walked out of Detrick."
     
    "It still seems strange that he abandoned his whole career. The world's foremost biochemist giving up the laboratory for a truck farm!" Louise glanced down at the lunch basket between them. In it were tomatoes that Dr. Hamon Dell had sent along with his invitation to visit him.
     
    FOR nearly a year Dr. Dell had been sending packages of choice fruit and vegetables to his former colleagues, not only at the biological warfare center at Camp Detrick but at the universities and other research centers throughout the country.
     
    "I wish we knew exactly why he asked us to come out," said Louise.
     
    "Nobody claims to have figured him out. They laugh a little at him now. They eat his gifts willingly enough, but consider him slightly off his rocker. He still has all his biological talents, though. I've never seen or tasted vegetables like the ones he grows."
     
    "And the brass at Detrick doesn't think he's gone soft in the head, either," she added much too innocently. "So they ordered you to take advantage of his invitation and try to persuade him to come back."
     
    Curt turned his head so sharply that Louise laughed.
     
    "No, I didn't read any secret, hush-hush papers," she said. "But it's pretty obvious, isn't it, the way you rushed right over to General Hansen after you got the invitation?"
     
    "It is hush-hush, top-secret stuff," said Curt, his eyes once more on the road. "The Army doesn't want it to leak, but they need Dell, need him badly. Anyone knowing bio-war developments would understand. They wanted to send me before. Dell's invitation was the break we needed. I may be the one with sufficient influence to bring him back. I hope so. But • keep it under your permanent and forget your guessing