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She
smiled
easily
.
"
Had
no
time
to
be
formal
.
Had
my
own
car
attached
to
Number
22
out
of
Chicago
,
but
got
off
at
Cleveland
—
and
Number
22
was
running
late
,
so
I
let
the
car
go
.
The
Comet
came
next
and
I
took
it
.
There
was
no
sleeping
-
car
space
left
.
"
The
conductor
shook
his
head
.
"
Your
brother
—
he
wouldn
’
t
have
taken
a
coach
.
"
She
laughed
.
"
No
,
he
wouldn
’
t
have
.
"
The
men
by
the
engine
watched
her
walking
away
.
The
young
brakeman
was
among
them
.
He
asked
,
pointing
after
her
,
"
Who
is
that
?
"
"
That
’
s
who
runs
Taggart
Transcontinental
,
"
said
the
engineer
;
the
respect
in
his
voice
was
genuine
.
"
That
’
s
the
Vice
-
President
in
Charge
of
Operation
.
"
When
the
train
jolted
forward
,
the
blast
of
its
whistle
dying
over
the
fields
,
she
sat
by
the
window
,
lighting
another
cigarette
.
She
thought
:
It
’
s
cracking
to
pieces
,
like
this
,
all
over
the
country
,
you
can
expect
it
anywhere
,
at
any
moment
.
But
she
felt
no
anger
or
anxiety
;
she
had
no
time
to
feel
.
This
would
be
just
one
more
issue
,
to
be
settled
along
with
the
others
.
She
knew
that
the
superintendent
of
the
Ohio
Division
was
no
good
and
that
he
was
a
friend
of
James
Taggart
.
She
had
not
insisted
on
throwing
him
out
long
ago
only
because
she
had
no
better
man
to
put
in
his
place
.
Good
men
were
so
strangely
hard
to
find
.
But
she
would
have
to
get
rid
of
him
,
she
thought
,
and
she
would
give
his
post
to
Owen
Kellogg
,
the
young
engineer
who
was
doing
a
brilliant
job
as
one
of
the
assistants
to
the
manager
of
the
Taggart
Terminal
in
New
York
;
it
was
Owen
Kellogg
who
ran
the
Terminal
.
She
had
watched
his
work
for
some
time
;
she
had
always
looked
for
sparks
of
competence
,
like
a
diamond
prospector
in
an
unpromising
wasteland
.
Kellogg
was
still
too
young
to
be
made
superintendent
of
a
division
;
she
had
wanted
to
give
him
another
year
,
but
there
was
no
time
to
wait
.
She
would
have
to
speak
to
him
as
soon
as
she
returned
.
The
strip
of
earth
,
faintly
visible
outside
the
window
,
was
running
faster
now
,
blending
into
a
gray
stream
.
Through
the
dry
phrases
of
calculations
in
her
mind
,
she
noticed
that
she
did
have
time
to
feel
something
:
it
was
the
hard
,
exhilarating
pleasure
of
action
.
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