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"
I
am
here
to
take
charge
of
the
prisoner
whom
you
are
to
deliver
to
me
.
"
"
If
you
came
from
headquarters
,
you
’
d
know
that
I
’
m
not
supposed
to
know
anything
about
any
prisoner
—
and
that
nobody
is
to
touch
him
!
"
"
Except
me
.
"
The
chief
leaped
to
his
feet
,
darted
to
a
telephone
and
seized
the
receiver
.
He
had
not
raised
it
halfway
to
his
ear
when
he
dropped
it
abruptly
with
a
gesture
that
sent
a
vibration
of
panic
through
the
room
:
he
had
had
time
to
hear
that
the
telephone
was
dead
and
to
know
that
the
wires
were
cut
.
His
look
of
accusation
,
as
he
whirled
to
Rearden
,
broke
against
the
faintly
contemptuous
reproof
of
Rearden
’
s
voice
:
"
That
’
s
no
way
to
guard
a
building
—
if
this
is
what
you
allowed
to
happen
.
Better
let
me
have
the
prisoner
,
before
anything
happens
to
him
—
if
you
don
’
t
want
me
to
report
you
for
negligence
,
as
well
as
insubordination
.
"
The
chief
dropped
heavily
back
on
his
chair
,
slumped
forward
across
the
table
and
looked
up
at
Rearden
with
a
glance
that
made
his
emaciated
face
resemble
the
animals
that
were
beginning
to
stir
in
the
cages
.
"
Who
is
the
prisoner
?
"
he
asked
.
"
My
good
man
,
"
said
Rearden
,
"
if
your
immediate
superiors
did
not
see
fit
to
tell
you
,
I
certainly
will
not
.
"
"
They
didn
’
t
see
fit
to
tell
me
about
your
coming
here
,
either
!
"
yelled
the
chief
,
his
voice
confessing
the
helplessness
of
anger
and
broadcasting
the
vibrations
of
impotence
to
his
men
.
"
How
do
I
know
you
’
re
on
the
level
?
With
the
phone
out
of
order
,
who
’
s
going
to
tell
me
?
How
am
I
to
know
what
to
do
?
"
"
That
’
s
your
problem
,
not
mine
.
"
