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"
It
’
s
only
a
formality
,
a
mere
formality
.
There
’
s
no
reason
why
things
should
not
be
handled
amicably
.
Won
’
t
you
please
co
-
operate
?
"
"
I
said
,
no
.
"
"
I
’
m
sure
you
wouldn
’
t
want
us
to
resort
to
any
.
.
.
unnecessary
means
.
"
He
got
no
answer
.
"
We
have
the
authority
to
break
that
door
down
,
you
know
—
but
,
of
course
,
we
wouldn
’
t
want
to
do
it
.
"
He
waited
,
but
got
no
answer
.
"
Force
that
lock
!
"
he
snapped
to
the
soldier
.
Dagny
glanced
at
Galt
’
s
face
.
He
stood
impassively
,
his
head
held
level
,
she
saw
the
undisturbed
lines
of
his
profile
,
his
eyes
directed
at
the
door
.
The
lock
was
a
small
,
square
plate
of
polished
copper
,
without
keyhole
or
fixtures
.
The
silence
and
the
sudden
immobility
of
the
three
brutes
were
involuntary
,
while
the
burglar
’
s
tools
in
the
hands
of
the
fourth
went
grating
cautiously
against
the
wood
of
the
door
.
The
wood
gave
way
easily
,
and
small
chips
fell
down
,
their
thuds
magnified
by
the
silence
into
the
rattle
of
a
distant
gun
.
When
the
burglar
’
s
jimmy
attacked
the
copper
plate
,
they
heard
a
faint
rustle
behind
the
door
,
no
louder
than
the
sigh
of
a
weary
mind
.
In
another
minute
,
the
lock
fell
out
and
the
door
shuddered
forward
the
width
of
an
inch
.
The
soldier
jumped
back
.
The
leader
approached
,
his
steps
irregular
like
hiccoughs
,
and
threw
the
door
open
.
They
faced
a
black
hole
of
unknown
content
and
unrelieved
darkness
.
They
glanced
at
one
another
and
at
Galt
;
he
did
not
move
;
he
stood
looking
at
the
darkness
.
Dagny
followed
them
,
when
they
stepped
over
the
threshold
,
preceded
by
the
beams
of
their
flashlights
.
The
space
beyond
was
a
long
shell
of
metal
,
empty
but
for
heavy
drifts
of
dust
on
the
floor
,
an
odd
,
grayish
-
white
dust
that
seemed
to
belong
among
ruins
undisturbed
for
centuries
.
The
room
looked
dead
like
an
empty
skull
.
She
turned
away
,
not
to
let
them
see
in
her
face
the
scream
of
the
knowledge
of
what
that
dust
had
been
a
few
minutes
ago
.
Don
’
t
try
to
open
that
door
,
he
had
said
to
her
at
the
entrance
to
the
powerhouse
of
Atlantis
.
.
.
if
you
tried
to
break
it
down
,
the
machinery
inside
would
collapse
into
rubble
long
before
the
door
would
give
way
.
.
.
Don
’
t
try
to
open
that
door
—
she
was
thinking
,
but
knew
that
what
she
was
now
seeing
was
the
visual
form
of
the
statement
:
Don
’
t
try
to
force
a
mind
.
