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"
From
New
York
.
"
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
"
"
Then
,
I
take
it
,
you
have
not
been
notified
.
"
"
Should
I
have
.
.
.
I
mean
,
about
what
?
"
The
swift
,
touchy
,
resentful
suspicion
that
his
superiors
had
slighted
his
authority
,
was
obvious
in
the
chief
’
s
voice
.
He
was
a
tall
,
emaciated
man
,
with
jerky
movements
,
a
sallow
face
and
the
restless
,
unfocused
eyes
of
a
drug
addict
.
"
About
my
business
here
.
"
"
You
.
.
.
you
can
’
t
have
any
business
here
,
"
he
snapped
,
torn
between
the
fear
of
a
bluff
and
the
fear
of
having
been
left
out
of
some
important
,
top
-
level
decision
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
a
traitor
and
a
deserter
and
a
—
"
"
I
see
that
you
’
re
behind
the
times
,
my
good
man
.
"
The
seven
others
in
the
room
were
staring
at
Rearden
with
an
awed
,
superstitious
uncertainty
.
The
two
who
held
guns
still
held
them
aimed
at
him
in
the
impassive
manner
of
automatons
.
He
did
not
seem
to
take
notice
of
them
.
"
What
is
it
you
say
is
your
business
here
?
"
snapped
the
chief
.
