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"
All
this
,
"
she
asked
,
pointing
at
the
laboratory
,
"
on
the
salary
of
—
she
pointed
at
the
garret
—
"
of
an
unskilled
laborer
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
!
On
the
royalties
Midas
Mulligan
pays
me
for
his
powerhouse
,
for
the
ray
screen
,
for
the
radio
transmitter
and
a
few
other
jobs
of
that
kind
.
"
"
Then
.
.
.
then
why
did
you
have
to
work
as
a
track
laborer
?
"
"
Because
no
money
earned
in
the
valley
is
ever
to
be
spent
outside
.
"
"
Where
did
you
get
this
equipment
?
"
"
I
designed
it
.
Andrew
Stockton
’
s
foundry
made
it
.
"
He
pointed
to
an
unobtrusive
object
the
size
of
a
radio
cabinet
in
a
corner
of
the
room
:
"
There
’
s
the
motor
you
wanted
,
"
and
chuckled
at
her
gasp
,
at
the
involuntary
jolt
that
threw
her
forward
,
"
Don
’
t
bother
studying
it
,
you
won
’
t
give
it
away
to
them
now
.
"
She
was
staring
at
the
shining
metal
cylinders
and
the
glistening
coils
of
wire
that
suggested
the
rusted
shape
resting
,
like
a
sacred
relic
,
in
a
glass
coffin
in
a
vault
of
the
Taggart
Terminal
.
"
It
supplies
my
own
electric
power
for
the
laboratory
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
one
has
had
to
wonder
why
a
track
laborer
is
using
such
exorbitant
amounts
of
electricity
.
"
"
But
if
they
ever
found
this
place
—
"
He
gave
an
odd
,
brief
chuckle
.
"
They
won
’
t
.
