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It
was
as
if
he
had
pronounced
the
question
which
all
of
the
preceding
utterances
had
been
intended
to
stave
off
.
No
one
answered
him
,
but
heads
drew
faintly
deeper
into
shoulders
,
and
figures
drew
faintly
closer
to
one
another
,
like
a
small
cluster
under
the
weight
of
the
studio
’
s
empty
space
.
The
military
march
boomed
through
the
silence
with
the
inflexible
gaiety
of
a
grinning
skull
.
"
Turn
it
off
!
"
yelled
Mr
.
Thompson
,
waving
at
the
radio
.
"
Turn
that
damn
thing
off
!
"
Someone
obeyed
him
.
But
the
sudden
silence
was
worse
.
"
Well
?
"
said
Mr
.
Thompson
at
last
,
raising
his
eyes
reluctantly
to
Fred
Kinnan
.
"
What
do
you
think
we
ought
to
do
?
"
"
Who
,
me
?
"
chuckled
Kinnan
.
"
I
don
’
t
run
this
show
.
"
Mr
.
Thompson
slammed
his
fist
down
on
his
knee
.
"
Say
something
—
"
he
ordered
,
but
seeing
Kinnan
turn
away
,
added
,
"
somebody
!
"
There
were
no
volunteers
.
"
What
are
we
to
do
?
"
he
yelled
,
knowing
that
the
man
who
answered
would
,
thereafter
,
be
the
man
in
power
.
"
What
are
we
to
do
?
Can
’
t
somebody
tell
us
what
to
do
?
"
"
I
can
!
"
It
was
a
woman
’
s
voice
,
but
it
had
the
quality
of
the
voice
they
had
heard
on
the
radio
.
They
whirled
to
Dagny
before
she
had
time
to
step
forward
from
the
darkness
beyond
the
group
.
As
she
stepped
forward
,
her
face
frightened
them
—
because
it
was
devoid
of
fear
.
"
I
can
,
"
she
said
,
addressing
Mr
.
Thompson
.
"
You
’
re
to
give
up
.
"
