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"
The
Fifth
Concerto
?
"
said
Richard
Halley
,
in
answer
to
her
question
.
"
I
wrote
it
ten
years
ago
.
We
call
it
the
Concerto
of
Deliverance
.
Thank
you
for
recognizing
it
from
a
few
notes
whistled
in
the
night
.
.
.
.
Yes
,
I
know
about
that
.
.
.
Yes
,
since
you
knew
my
work
,
you
would
know
,
when
you
heard
it
,
that
this
Concerto
said
everything
I
had
been
struggling
to
say
and
reach
.
It
’
s
dedicated
to
him
.
"
He
pointed
to
Galt
.
"
Why
,
no
,
Miss
Taggart
,
I
haven
’
t
given
up
music
,
What
makes
you
think
so
?
I
’
ve
written
more
in
the
last
ten
years
than
in
any
other
period
of
my
life
.
I
will
play
it
for
you
,
any
of
it
,
when
you
come
to
my
house
.
.
.
No
,
Miss
Taggart
,
it
will
not
be
published
outside
.
Not
a
note
of
it
will
be
heard
beyond
these
mountains
.
"
"
No
,
Miss
Taggart
,
I
have
not
given
up
medicine
,
"
said
Dr
.
Hendricks
,
in
answer
to
her
question
.
"
I
have
spent
the
last
six
years
on
research
.
I
have
discovered
a
method
to
protect
the
blood
vessels
of
the
brain
from
that
fatal
rupture
which
is
known
as
a
brain
stroke
.
It
will
remove
from
human
existence
the
terrible
threat
of
sudden
paralysis
.
.
.
.
No
,
not
a
word
of
my
method
will
be
heard
outside
.
"
"
The
law
,
Miss
Taggart
?
"
said
Judge
Narragansett
.
"
What
law
?
I
did
not
give
it
up
—
it
has
ceased
to
exist
.
But
I
am
still
working
in
the
profession
I
had
chosen
,
which
was
that
of
serving
the
cause
of
justice
.
.
.
.
No
,
justice
has
not
ceased
to
exist
.
How
could
it
?
It
is
possible
for
men
to
abandon
their
sight
of
it
,
and
then
it
is
justice
that
destroys
them
.
But
it
is
not
possible
for
justice
to
go
out
of
existence
,
because
one
is
an
attribute
of
the
other
,
because
justice
is
the
act
of
acknowledging
that
which
exists
.
.
.
Yes
,
I
am
continuing
in
my
profession
.
I
am
writing
a
treatise
on
the
philosophy
of
law
,
I
shall
demonstrate
that
humanity
’
s
darkest
evil
,
the
most
destructive
horror
machine
among
all
the
devices
of
men
,
is
non
-
objective
law
.
.
.
No
,
Miss
Taggart
,
my
treatise
will
not
be
published
outside
.
"
"
My
business
,
Miss
Taggart
?
"
said
Midas
Mulligan
.
"
My
business
is
blood
transfusion
—
and
I
’
m
still
doing
it
.
My
job
is
to
feed
a
life
-
fuel
into
the
plants
that
are
capable
of
growing
.
But
ask
Dr
.
Hendricks
whether
any
amount
of
blood
will
save
a
body
that
refuses
to
function
,
a
rotten
hulk
that
expects
to
exist
without
effort
.
My
blood
bank
is
gold
.
Gold
is
a
fuel
that
will
perform
wonders
,
but
no
fuel
can
work
where
there
is
no
motor
.
.
.
No
,
I
haven
’
t
given
up
.
I
merely
got
fed
up
with
the
job
of
running
a
slaughter
house
,
where
one
drains
blood
out
of
healthy
living
beings
and
pumps
it
into
gutless
half
-
corpses
.
"
