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"
Minnesota
,
Eddie
,
"
said
Dagny
grimly
,
closing
the
drawer
of
her
special
file
.
"
Tell
the
Minnesota
Division
to
ship
half
their
stock
of
wire
to
Montana
.
"
"
But
good
God
,
Dagny
!
—
with
the
peak
of
the
harvest
rush
approaching
—
"
"
They
’
ll
hold
through
it
—
I
think
.
We
don
’
t
dare
lose
a
single
supplier
of
copper
.
"
"
But
I
have
!
"
screamed
James
Taggart
,
when
she
reminded
him
once
more
.
"
I
have
obtained
for
you
the
top
priority
on
copper
wire
,
the
first
claim
,
the
uppermost
ration
level
,
I
’
ve
given
you
all
the
cards
,
certificates
,
documents
and
requisitions
—
what
else
do
you
want
?
"
"
The
copper
wire
.
"
"
I
’
ve
done
all
I
could
!
Nobody
can
blame
me
!
"
She
did
not
argue
.
The
afternoon
newspaper
was
lying
on
his
desk
—
and
she
was
staring
at
an
item
on
the
back
page
:
An
Emergency
State
Tax
had
been
passed
in
California
for
the
relief
of
the
state
’
s
unemployed
,
in
the
amount
of
fifty
per
cent
of
any
local
corporation
’
s
gross
income
ahead
of
other
taxes
;
the
California
oil
companies
had
gone
out
of
business
.
"
Don
’
t
worry
,
Mr
.
Rearden
,
"
said
an
unctuous
voice
over
a
long
distance
telephone
line
from
Washington
,
"
I
just
wanted
to
assure
you
that
you
will
not
have
to
worry
.
"
"
About
what
?
"
asked
Rearden
,
baffled
.
"
About
that
temporary
bit
of
confusion
in
California
.
We
’
ll
straighten
it
out
in
no
time
,
it
was
an
act
of
illegal
insurrection
,
their
state
government
had
no
right
to
impose
local
taxes
detrimental
to
national
taxes
,
we
’
ll
negotiate
an
equitable
arrangement
immediately
—
but
in
the
meantime
,
if
you
have
been
disturbed
by
any
unpatriotic
rumors
about
the
California
oil
companies
,
I
just
wanted
to
tell
you
that
Rearden
Steel
has
been
placed
in
the
top
category
of
essential
need
,
with
first
claim
upon
any
oil
available
anywhere
in
the
nation
,
very
top
category
,
Mr
.
Rearden
—
so
I
just
wanted
you
to
know
that
you
won
’
t
have
to
worry
about
the
problem
of
fuel
this
winter
!
"
Rearden
hung
up
the
telephone
receiver
,
with
a
frown
of
worry
,
not
about
the
problem
of
fuel
and
the
end
of
the
California
oil
fields
—
disasters
of
this
kind
had
become
habitual
—
but
about
the
fact
that
the
Washington
planners
found
it
necessary
to
placate
him
.
This
was
new
;
he
wondered
what
it
meant
.
Through
the
years
of
his
struggle
,
he
had
learned
that
an
apparently
causeless
antagonism
was
not
hard
to
deal
with
,
but
an
apparently
causeless
solicitude
was
an
ugly
danger
.
The
same
wonder
struck
him
again
,
when
,
walking
down
an
alley
between
the
mill
structures
,
he
caught
sight
of
a
slouching
figure
whose
posture
combined
an
air
of
insolence
with
an
air
of
expecting
to
be
swatted
:
it
was
his
brother
Philip
.
Ever
since
he
had
moved
to
Philadelphia
,
Rearden
had
not
visited
his
former
home
and
had
not
heard
a
word
from
his
family
,
whose
bills
he
went
on
paying
.
Then
,
inexplicably
,
twice
in
the
last
few
weeks
,
he
had
caught
Philip
wandering
through
the
mills
for
no
apparent
reason
.
He
had
been
unable
to
tell
whether
Philip
was
sneaking
to
avoid
him
or
waiting
to
catch
his
attention
;
it
had
looked
like
both
.
He
had
been
unable
to
discover
any
clue
to
Philip
’
s
purpose
,
only
some
incomprehensible
solicitude
,
of
a
kind
Philip
had
never
displayed
before
.
The
first
time
,
in
answer
to
his
startled
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
"
—
Philip
had
said
vaguely
,
"
Well
,
I
know
that
you
don
’
t
like
me
to
come
to
your
office
.
"
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
Oh
,
nothing
.
.
.
but
.
.
.
well
,
Mother
is
worried
about
you
.
"
"
Mother
can
call
me
any
time
she
wishes
.
"
Philip
had
not
answered
,
but
had
proceeded
to
question
him
,
in
an
unconvincingly
casual
manner
,
about
his
work
,
his
health
,
his
business
;
the
questions
had
kept
hitting
oddly
beside
the
point
,
not
questions
about
business
,
but
more
about
his
,
Rearden
’
s
,
feelings
toward
business
.
Rearden
had
cut
him
short
and
waved
him
away
,
but
had
been
left
with
the
small
,
nagging
sense
of
an
incident
that
remained
inexplicable
.
