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"
Stay
put
!
"
snapped
Mr
.
Thompson
.
The
sound
of
his
own
order
and
the
hiccough
-
moan
of
the
figure
immobilized
somewhere
in
the
darkness
,
seemed
to
help
him
recapture
a
familiar
version
of
reality
.
His
head
emerged
an
inch
higher
from
his
shoulders
.
"
Who
permitted
it
to
hap
—
"
he
began
in
a
rising
voice
,
but
stopped
;
the
vibrations
he
caught
were
the
dangerous
panic
of
the
cornered
.
"
What
do
you
make
of
it
?
"
he
asked
,
instead
.
There
was
no
answer
.
"
Well
?
"
He
waited
.
"
Well
,
say
something
,
somebody
!
"
"
We
don
’
t
have
to
believe
it
,
do
we
?
"
cried
James
Taggart
,
thrusting
his
face
toward
Mr
.
Thompson
,
in
a
manner
that
was
almost
a
threat
.
"
Do
we
?
"
Taggart
’
s
face
was
distorted
;
his
features
seemed
shapeless
;
a
mustache
of
small
beads
sparkled
between
his
nose
and
mouth
.
"
Pipe
down
,
"
said
Mr
.
Thompson
uncertainly
,
drawing
a
little
away
from
him
.
"
We
don
’
t
have
to
believe
it
!
"
Taggart
’
s
voice
had
the
flat
,
insistent
sound
of
an
effort
to
maintain
a
trance
.
"
Nobody
’
s
ever
said
it
before
!
It
’
s
just
one
man
!
We
don
’
t
have
to
believe
it
!
"
