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122 Suppressed Inventions and Other Discoveries
He paused significantly.
"Dr. Harris," I assured him fervently, "I'll cooperate 100 percent in any
experiments you care to make with the Hoxsey treatment. All I want is the
opportunity to prove that it actually cures cancer, and is made available as
widely as possible to relieve human suffering."
He nodded approvingly. Opening a drawer in his desk he produced a
sheaf of papers fastened together with a clip and handed it to me. "I was
sure you'd feel that way about it, so I had my lawyers draw up a contract.
Read it, sign it and we'll get busy at once in setting up an organization to
handle the experiments."
There were ten double-spaced, typewritten, legal sized sheets in the
contract. I read slowly, struggling with the involved, unfamiliar legal
terms. Dr. Harris arose and strolled over to the window, contemplating the
vast expanse of Lake Michigan in the distance.
By the time I reached the bottom of the second page I discovered that
I was to turn over all the formulas of the Hoxsey treatment to Dr. Harris
and his associates, and relinquish all claims to them. They would become
the personal property of the doctors named in the contract.
On the following page it specified that I was to mix and deliver 10 barrels
of the internal medicine, 50 pounds of the powder and 100 pounds of
the yellow ointment, and instruct a representative of the doctors in the
method of mixing these compounds.
Farther along I agreed to close my cancer clinic and henceforth take no
active part in the treatment of cancer.
My reward for all this was set forth on next to the last page. It appeared
that during a ten-year experimental period I would receive no financial
remuneration. After that I was to get 10 percent of the net profits. Dr.
Harris and his associates would set the fees—and collect 90 percent of the
proceeds.
Stunned and appalled by this incredible document, I turned back and
reread the principal clauses to make sure my eyes weren't playing me
tricks. There it was, all neatly typed in black and white. The eminent doctor
turned away from the window, seated himself behind his desk and
favoured me with a nonchalant smile.
"Well," he said heartily, "I trust it's all clear to you."
It was all too clear. He and his friends were trying to trick me out of the
family formulas, abscond with the fame and prestige attached to the discovery
of a real cure for cancer, and thereby enrich themselves fabulously
at my expense and the expense of millions of helpless cancer victims.
Disillusioned and angry, I could scarcely speak. Finally I found my voice.
"Before signing this," I said carefully, "I'd like to show it to a lawyer.
Mr. Samuel Shaw Parks, who has offices in the Delaware Building on