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She
hung
up
and
spoke
rapidly
to
the
men
before
her
,
not
to
hear
the
stillness
of
the
room
and
of
the
Terminal
,
where
no
sound
of
wheels
was
beating
any
longer
,
not
to
hear
the
bitter
words
which
the
stillness
seemed
to
repeat
:
Not
a
single
mind
left
on
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
.
.
"
Get
a
wrecking
train
and
crew
ready
at
once
,
"
she
said
.
"
Send
them
out
on
the
Hudson
Line
,
with
orders
to
tear
down
every
foot
of
copper
wire
,
any
copper
wire
,
lights
,
signals
,
telephone
,
everything
that
’
s
company
property
.
Have
it
here
by
morning
.
"
"
But
,
Miss
Taggart
!
Our
service
on
the
Hudson
Line
is
only
temporarily
suspended
and
the
Unification
Board
has
refused
us
permission
to
dismantle
the
line
!
"
"
I
’
ll
be
responsible
.
"
"
But
how
are
we
going
to
get
the
wrecking
train
out
of
here
,
when
there
aren
’
t
any
signals
?
"
"
There
will
be
signals
in
half
an
hour
.
"
"
How
?
"
"
Come
on
,
"
she
said
,
rising
to
her
feet
.
They
followed
her
as
she
hurried
down
the
passenger
platforms
,
past
the
huddling
,
shifting
groups
of
travelers
by
the
motionless
trains
.
She
hurried
down
a
narrow
catwalk
,
through
a
maze
of
rail
,
past
blinded
signals
and
frozen
switches
,
with
nothing
but
the
beat
of
her
satin
sandals
to
fill
the
great
vaults
of
the
underground
tunnels
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
,
with
the
hollow
creaking
of
planks
under
the
slower
steps
of
men
trailing
her
like
a
reluctant
echo
—
she
hurried
to
the
lighted
glass
cube
of
Tower
A
,
that
hung
in
the
darkness
like
a
crown
without
a
body
,
the
crown
of
a
deposed
ruler
above
a
realm
of
empty
tracks
.
The
tower
director
was
too
expert
a
man
at
too
exacting
a
job
to
be
able
wholly
to
conceal
the
dangerous
burden
of
intelligence
.
He
understood
what
she
wanted
him
to
do
from
her
first
few
words
and
answered
only
with
an
abrupt
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
"
but
he
was
bent
over
his
charts
by
the
time
the
others
came
following
her
up
the
iron
stairway
,
he
was
grimly
at
work
on
the
most
humiliating
job
of
calculation
he
had
ever
had
to
perform
in
his
long
career
.
She
knew
how
fully
he
understood
it
,
from
a
single
glance
he
threw
at
her
,
a
glance
of
indignation
and
endurance
that
matched
some
emotion
he
had
caught
in
her
face
,
"
We
’
ll
do
it
first
and
feel
about
it
afterwards
,
"
she
said
,
even
though
he
had
made
no
comment
.
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
"
he
answered
woodenly
.
His
room
,
on
the
top
of
an
underground
tower
,
was
like
a
glass
verandah
overlooking
what
had
once
been
the
swiftest
,
richest
and
most
orderly
stream
in
the
world
.
He
had
been
trained
to
chart
the
course
of
over
ninety
trains
an
hour
and
to
watch
them
roll
safely
through
a
maze
of
tracks
and
switches
in
and
out
of
the
Terminal
,
under
his
glass
walls
and
his
fingertips
.
Now
,
for
the
first
time
,
he
was
looking
out
at
the
empty
darkness
of
a
dried
channel
.
Through
the
open
door
of
the
relay
room
,
she
saw
the
tower
men
standing
grimly
idle
—
the
men
whose
jobs
had
never
permitted
a
moment
’
s
relaxation
—
standing
by
the
long
rows
that
looked
like
vertical
copper
pleats
,
like
shelves
of
books
and
as
much
of
a
monument
to
human
intelligence
.
The
pull
of
one
of
the
small
levers
,
which
protruded
like
bookmarks
from
the
shelves
,
threw
thousands
of
electric
circuits
into
motion
,
made
thousands
of
contacts
and
broke
as
many
others
,
set
dozens
of
switches
to
clear
a
chosen
course
and
dozens
of
signals
to
light
it
,
with
no
error
left
possible
,
no
chance
,
no
contradiction
—
an
enormous
complexity
of
thought
condensed
into
one
movement
of
a
human
hand
to
set
and
insure
the
course
of
a
train
,
that
hundreds
of
trains
might
safely
rush
by
,
that
thousands
of
tons
of
metal
and
lives
might
pass
in
speeding
streaks
a
breath
away
from
one
another
,
protected
by
nothing
but
a
thought
,
the
thought
of
the
man
who
devised
the
levers
.
But
they
—
she
looked
at
the
face
of
her
signal
engineer
—
they
believed
that
that
muscular
contraction
of
a
hand
was
the
only
thing
required
to
move
the
traffic
—
and
now
the
tower
men
stood
idle
—
and
on
the
great
panels
in
front
of
the
tower
director
,
the
red
and
green
lights
,
which
had
flashed
announcing
the
progress
of
trains
at
a
distance
of
miles
,
were
now
so
many
glass
beads
—
like
the
glass
beads
for
which
another
breed
of
savages
had
once
sold
the
Island
of
Manhattan
.
"
Calf
all
of
your
unskilled
laborers
,
"
she
said
to
the
assistant
manager
,
"
the
section
hands
,
trackwalkers
,
engine
wipers
,
whoever
’
s
in
the
Terminal
right
now
,
and
have
them
come
here
at
once
.
"
