ect on the
Tearproof Paper. The two of us sat down together to determine the best
way to handle the research.
I said, "Henry, we have already drawn up a complete research program.
All we have to do is follow it."
"We have?" Callahan was surprised.
"Sure." And I laid out in front of him a copy of our patent application,
and riffled through its pages. "All we have to do is go through all the
examples here to make certain they all work. If they do, the program
will be complete, except for the product itself and commercial
production. Our patent application will make the best research guide we
could get."
"Why certainly," said Callahan. "We have already spent a great deal of
time working out all kinds of substitute and equivalent reactions. It's
all here. Good. I'll set it up."
Callahan began distributing the work to various groups, and I went back
to my office. Every Friday afternoon thereafter I went out to the
laboratories to see how things were coming along. They came along well.
From the beginning the actual results reached by the research teams
matched the predictions we had made in our patent application. At the
Friday afternoon meetings Callahan and I got into the habit of tossing
pleased and knowing glances at each other as the streams of data
continued to confirm our work. Several months rolled happily by. Then
came a letter from the Lafe Rude Consultants, Inc., up in Boston. The
letter said that their people understood that the Marchare Laboratories
had under development a remarkably strong paper, and they would be very
much interested in discussing licensing possibilities with us. I grabbed
the letter and stormed into Mr. Spardleton's office.
"Just read this," I almost yelled as I handed him the letter. "This is
the outfit that hired Callahan's technician. Now they know all about the
Tearproof Paper. That technician has told them everything. I think we
ought to sue them--inducing disclosure of trade secrets, or something."
I added a great deal more as Mr. Spardleton finished the letter and sat
holding it looking up at me as I paced back and forth in front of his
desk. As I walked and talked, I finally became conscious of the fact
that Mr. Spardleton was waiting for me to finish; I could tell by the
expression on his face. I pulled up in front of him and fell quiet.
He said, "Don't you feel it is significant that this letter was sent to
us, lawyers for Marchare Laboratories, rather than direct to t
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