"Charles L. Harness-An Ornament to His Profession" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harness Charles L)

"Gadsen had white, and opened with the Ruy Lopez. You defended with Marshall's Counter Gambit.
They gave the score in the paper. Somebody said it was identical,, move for move, with a game between
Marshall and Capablanca, in 1918, when Marshall first pulled his gambit on Capablanca."
"I wouldn't know."
"That's a surprise. They say you even had an article in Chess Review last year on the Marshall Counter
Gambit."
Cord was silent. Patrick took a new tack. "Gadsen's that Examiner in Group 170, the one handling
your Neol cases?"
"That's right."
"Including the basic case, the one we know now is the phony? The one our whole Neol plant depends
on?"
"The very one."
"The one you would have given just about anything, even the Annual DC Chess Tournament, for
Gadsen to allow?"
"All right, Con. But it's not what you think. I didn't throw the tournament. And Gadsen didn't throw the
allowance. We didn't discuss it at all. I admit I let him win that game, but there wasn't any deal. It would
have to occur to him, with no help from me, that there was something he owed me. He could have done
it either way, and I'd have had no kick. Maybe he'd have given the allowance anyhow. In fact, for all you
now, maybe he allowed the case despite the game, and not because of it."
"I won't argue the point, Alex. We may never know. Anyhow, the thing I came to see you about is
this." He handed the other a legal-size sheet.
Cord's eyes widened. "An interference!"
"So maybe Gadsen allowed the claims just to set you up for an interference."
"Maybe. But not likely. If he were going to do that, he would have just sent the interference notice, this
thing, without the allowance."
"Any ideas who the other party is?"
"Probably Du Santo. We've been picking up their foreign patents in the quick-issue countries, like
Belgium. We'll know for sure after the inventors file their preliminary statements. Which brings me to the
next question: How can we file a preliminary statement sworn to by a phony inventor who doesn't even
exist?"
"I don't know. I want you to figure out something after we talk to Paul Bleeker."
***


"Take it from the beginning, Paul," said Patrick.
Paul Bleeker's face rippled with misery.
Cord said: "Maybe I'd better go."
"Stay put," said Patrick shortly. "Paul, you understand why we have to have Alec in on this. You're
emotionally involved. You might not be able to do what has to be done. Alec has to listen to everything,
so he and I together can plan what do to. You trust him, don't you?"
The young man nodded.
"It began as sort of a joke...?" prompted Patrick.
"Yes, a joke," said Paul. "When I was a freshman in law school. Harvey Jayne and those others were
teasing Dad. That was when Dad was still Director of the Research Division, before they promoted him."
The light was dawning, Patrick sat up. "They were teasing him about the Research Division?"
"Yes, then Mr. Jayne said Dad's Research Division was essential, but only to verify outside inventions
he bought."
"So you decided to booby-trap Mr. Jayne?"
"Yes."
"You then wrote those patent attorneys in Washington?"