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"
Certainly
.
"
Galt
leaped
forward
to
seize
the
microphone
.
"
Hello
,
Dr
.
Akston
,
"
he
said
;
the
quiet
,
low
tone
of
his
voice
was
the
audible
image
of
a
smile
transmitted
through
space
.
"
Hello
,
John
.
"
The
too
-
conscious
steadiness
of
Hugh
Akston
’
s
voice
confessed
at
what
cost
he
had
waited
to
learn
whether
he
would
ever
pronounce
these
two
words
again
.
"
I
just
wanted
to
hear
your
voice
.
.
.
just
to
know
that
you
’
re
all
right
.
"
Galt
chuckled
and
—
in
the
tone
of
a
student
proudly
presenting
a
completed
task
of
homework
as
proof
of
a
lesson
well
learned
—
he
answered
,
"
Of
course
I
am
all
right
,
Professor
.
I
had
to
be
.
A
is
A
.
"
The
locomotive
of
the
eastbound
Comet
broke
down
in
the
middle
of
a
desert
in
Arizona
.
It
stopped
abruptly
,
for
no
visible
reason
,
like
a
man
who
had
not
permitted
himself
to
know
that
he
was
bearing
too
much
:
some
overstrained
connection
snapped
for
good
.
When
Eddie
Willers
called
for
the
conductor
,
he
waited
a
long
time
before
the
man
came
in
,
and
he
sensed
the
answer
to
his
question
by
the
look
of
resignation
on
the
man
’
s
face
.
"
The
engineer
is
trying
to
find
out
what
’
s
wrong
,
Mr
.
Willers
,
"
he
answered
softly
,
in
a
tone
implying
that
it
was
his
duty
to
hope
,
but
that
he
had
held
no
hope
for
years
.
"
He
doesn
’
t
know
?
"
"
He
’
s
working
on
it
.
"
The
conductor
waited
for
a
polite
half
-
minute
and
turned
to
go
,
but
stopped
to
volunteer
an
explanation
,
as
if
some
dim
,
rational
habit
told
him
that
any
attempt
to
explain
made
any
unadmitted
terror
easier
to
bear
.
"
Those
Diesels
of
ours
aren
’
t
fit
to
be
sent
out
on
the
road
,
Mr
.
Willers
.
They
weren
’
t
worth
repairing
long
ago
.
