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"
I
haven
’
t
said
that
.
I
haven
’
t
said
that
at
all
.
"
Taggart
was
looking
at
the
map
,
at
the
red
streak
south
of
El
Paso
.
"
Just
as
soon
as
the
San
Sebastián
Mines
get
going
and
our
Mexican
branch
begins
to
pay
off
—
"
"
Don
’
t
let
’
s
talk
about
that
,
Jim
.
"
Taggart
turned
,
startled
by
the
unprecedented
phenomenon
of
an
implacable
anger
in
Eddie
’
s
voice
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
"
You
know
what
’
s
the
matter
.
Your
sister
said
—
"
"
Damn
my
sister
!
"
said
James
Taggart
.
Eddie
Willers
did
not
move
.
He
did
not
answer
.
He
stood
looking
straight
ahead
.
But
he
did
not
see
James
Taggart
or
anything
in
the
office
.
After
a
moment
,
he
bowed
and
walked
out
.
In
the
anteroom
,
the
clerks
of
James
Taggart
’
s
personal
staff
were
switching
off
the
lights
,
getting
ready
to
leave
for
the
day
.
But
Pop
Harper
,
chief
clerk
,
still
sat
at
his
desk
,
twisting
the
levers
of
a
half
-
dismembered
typewriter
.
Everybody
in
the
company
had
the
impression
that
Pop
Harper
was
born
in
that
particular
corner
at
that
particular
desk
and
never
intended
to
leave
it
.
He
had
been
chief
clerk
for
James
Taggart
’
s
father
.
Pop
Harper
glanced
up
at
Eddie
Willers
as
he
came
out
of
the
president
’
s
office
.
It
was
a
wise
,
slow
glance
;
it
seemed
to
say
that
he
knew
that
Eddie
’
s
visit
to
their
part
of
the
building
meant
trouble
on
the
line
,
knew
that
nothing
had
come
of
the
visit
,
and
was
completely
indifferent
to
the
knowledge
.
It
was
the
cynical
indifference
which
Eddie
Willers
had
seen
in
the
eyes
of
the
bum
on
the
street
corner
.
"
Say
,
Eddie
,
know
where
I
could
get
some
woolen
undershirts
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Tried
all
over
town
,
but
nobody
’
s
got
‘
em
.
"
