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He
answered
in
the
solemn
tone
of
a
drawing
-
room
introduction
,
"
Francisco
Domingo
Carlos
Andres
Sebastian
d
’
Anconia
.
"
He
left
the
guard
gaping
at
him
and
turned
to
a
brief
,
whispered
consultation
with
his
companions
.
In
a
moment
,
it
was
Rearden
who
went
up
the
stairs
—
swiftly
,
soundlessly
and
alone
.
Cages
containing
rats
and
guinea
pigs
were
stacked
against
the
walls
of
the
laboratory
;
they
had
been
put
there
by
the
guards
who
were
playing
poker
on
the
long
laboratory
table
in
the
center
.
Six
of
them
were
playing
;
two
were
standing
in
opposite
corners
,
watching
the
entrance
door
,
guns
in
hand
.
It
was
Rearden
’
s
face
that
saved
him
from
being
shot
on
sight
when
he
entered
:
his
face
was
too
well
known
to
them
and
too
unexpected
.
He
saw
eight
heads
staring
at
him
with
recognition
and
with
inability
to
believe
what
they
were
recognizing
.
He
stood
at
the
door
,
his
hands
in
the
pockets
of
his
trousers
,
with
the
casual
,
confident
manner
of
a
business
executive
.
"
Who
is
in
charge
here
?
"
he
asked
in
the
politely
abrupt
voice
of
a
man
who
does
not
waste
time
.
"
You
.
.
.
you
’
re
not
.
.
.
"
stammered
a
lanky
,
surly
individual
at
the
card
table
.
"
I
’
m
Hank
Rearden
.
Are
you
the
chief
?
"
"
Yeah
!
But
where
in
blazes
do
you
come
from
?
"
