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You
know
,
it
’
s
strange
,
but
I
think
they
know
it
,
too
,
Jim
and
his
crowd
and
all
of
them
in
the
building
.
There
’
s
something
guilty
and
sneaky
about
the
whole
place
.
Guilty
and
sneaky
and
dead
.
Taggart
Transcontinental
is
now
like
a
man
who
’
s
lost
his
soul
.
.
.
who
’
s
betrayed
his
soul
.
.
.
No
,
she
doesn
’
t
care
.
Last
time
she
was
in
New
York
,
she
came
in
unexpectedly
—
I
was
in
my
office
,
in
her
office
—
and
suddenly
the
door
opened
and
there
she
was
.
She
came
in
,
saying
,
‘
Mr
.
Willers
,
I
’
m
looking
for
a
job
as
a
station
operator
,
would
you
give
me
a
chance
?
’
I
wanted
to
damn
them
all
,
but
I
had
to
laugh
,
I
was
so
glad
to
see
her
and
she
was
laughing
so
happily
.
She
had
come
straight
from
the
airport
—
she
wore
slacks
and
a
flying
jacket
—
she
looked
wonderful
—
she
’
d
got
windburned
,
it
looked
like
a
suntan
,
just
as
if
she
’
d
returned
from
a
vacation
.
She
made
me
remain
where
I
was
,
in
her
chair
,
and
she
sat
on
the
desk
and
talked
about
the
new
bridge
of
the
John
Galt
Line
.
.
.
No
.
No
,
I
never
asked
her
why
she
chose
that
name
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
means
to
her
.
A
sort
of
challenge
,
I
guess
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
to
whom
.
.
.
Oh
,
it
doesn
’
t
matter
,
it
doesn
’
t
mean
a
thing
,
there
isn
’
t
any
John
Galt
,
but
I
wish
she
hadn
’
t
used
it
.
I
don
’
t
like
it
,
do
you
?
.
.
.
You
do
?
You
don
’
t
sound
very
happy
saying
it
.
"
The
windows
of
the
offices
of
the
John
Galt
Line
faced
a
dark
alley
.
Looking
up
from
her
desk
,
Dagny
could
not
see
the
sky
,
only
the
wall
of
a
building
rising
past
her
range
of
vision
.
It
was
the
side
wall
of
the
great
skyscraper
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
Her
new
headquarters
were
two
rooms
on
the
ground
floor
of
a
half
collapsed
structure
.
The
structure
still
stood
,
but
its
upper
stories
were
boarded
off
as
unsafe
for
occupancy
.
Such
tenants
as
it
sheltered
were
half
-
bankrupt
,
existing
,
as
it
did
,
on
the
inertia
of
the
momentum
of
the
past
.
She
liked
her
new
place
:
it
saved
money
.
The
rooms
contained
no
superfluous
furniture
or
people
.
The
furniture
had
come
from
junk
shops
.
The
people
were
the
choice
best
she
could
find
.
On
her
rare
visits
to
New
York
,
she
had
no
time
to
notice
the
room
where
she
worked
;
she
noticed
only
that
it
served
its
purpose
.
She
did
not
know
what
made
her
stop
tonight
and
look
at
the
thin
streaks
of
rain
on
the
glass
of
the
window
,
at
the
wall
of
the
building
across
the
alley
.
It
was
past
midnight
.
Her
small
staff
had
gone
.
She
was
due
at
the
airport
at
three
A
.
M
.
,
to
fly
her
plane
back
to
Colorado
.
She
had
little
left
to
do
,
only
a
few
of
Eddie
’
s
reports
to
read
.
With
the
sudden
break
of
the
tension
of
hurrying
,
she
stopped
,
unable
to
go
on
.
The
reports
seemed
to
require
an
effort
beyond
her
power
.
It
was
too
late
to
go
home
and
sleep
,
too
early
to
go
to
the
airport
.
She
thought
:
You
’
re
tired
—
and
watched
her
own
mood
with
severe
,
contemptuous
detachment
,
knowing
that
it
would
pass
.
She
had
flown
to
New
York
unexpectedly
,
at
a
moment
’
s
notice
,
leaping
to
the
controls
of
her
plane
within
twenty
minutes
after
hearing
a
brief
item
in
a
news
broadcast
.
The
radio
voice
had
said
that
Dwight
Sanders
had
retired
from
business
,
suddenly
,
without
reason
or
explanation
.
She
had
hurried
to
New
York
,
hoping
to
find
him
and
stop
him
.
But
she
had
felt
,
while
flying
across
the
continent
,
that
there
would
be
no
trace
of
him
to
find
.
