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How
could
I
have
accumulated
any
collateral
,
when
nobody
had
ever
given
me
a
chance
at
anything
big
?
Why
did
he
lend
money
to
others
,
but
not
to
me
?
It
was
plain
discrimination
.
He
didn
’
t
even
care
about
my
feelings
—
he
said
that
my
past
record
of
failures
disqualified
me
for
ownership
of
a
vegetable
pushcart
,
let
alone
a
motor
factory
.
What
failures
?
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
if
a
lot
of
ignorant
grocers
refused
to
co
-
operate
with
me
about
the
paper
containers
.
By
what
right
did
he
pass
judgment
on
my
ability
?
Why
did
my
plans
for
my
own
future
have
to
depend
upon
the
arbitrary
opinion
of
a
selfish
monopolist
?
I
wasn
’
t
going
to
stand
for
that
.
I
wasn
’
t
going
to
take
it
lying
down
.
I
brought
suit
against
him
.
"
"
You
did
what
?
"
"
Oh
yes
,
"
he
said
proudly
,
"
I
brought
suit
.
I
’
m
sure
it
would
seem
strange
in
some
of
your
hidebound
Eastern
states
,
but
the
state
of
Illinois
had
a
very
humane
,
very
progressive
law
under
which
I
could
sue
him
.
I
must
say
it
was
the
first
case
of
its
kind
,
but
I
had
a
very
smart
,
liberal
lawyer
who
saw
a
way
for
us
to
do
it
.
It
was
an
economic
emergency
law
which
said
that
people
were
forbidden
to
discriminate
for
any
reason
whatever
against
any
person
in
any
matter
involving
his
livelihood
.
It
was
used
to
protect
day
laborers
and
such
,
but
it
applied
to
me
and
my
partners
as
well
,
didn
’
t
it
?
So
we
went
to
court
,
and
we
testified
about
the
bad
breaks
we
’
d
all
had
in
the
past
,
and
I
quoted
Mulligan
saying
that
I
couldn
’
t
even
own
a
vegetable
pushcart
,
and
we
proved
that
all
the
members
of
the
Amalgamated
Service
corporation
had
no
prestige
,
no
credit
,
no
way
to
make
a
living
—
and
,
therefore
,
the
purchase
of
the
motor
factory
was
our
only
chance
of
livelihood
—
and
,
therefore
,
Midas
Mulligan
had
no
right
to
discriminate
against
us
—
and
,
therefore
,
we
were
entitled
to
demand
a
loan
from
him
under
the
law
.
Oh
,
we
had
a
perfect
case
all
right
,
but
the
man
who
presided
at
the
trial
was
Judge
Narragansett
,
one
of
those
old
-
fashioned
monks
of
the
bench
who
thinks
like
a
mathematician
and
never
feels
the
human
side
of
anything
.
He
just
sat
there
all
through
the
trial
like
a
marble
statue
—
like
one
of
those
blindfolded
marble
statues
.
At
the
end
,
he
instructed
the
jury
to
bring
in
a
verdict
in
favor
of
Midas
Mulligan
—
and
he
said
some
very
harsh
things
about
me
and
my
partners
.
But
we
appealed
to
a
higher
court
—
and
the
higher
court
reversed
the
verdict
and
ordered
Mulligan
to
give
us
the
loan
on
our
terms
.
He
had
three
months
in
which
to
comply
,
but
before
the
three
months
were
up
,
something
happened
that
nobody
can
figure
out
and
he
vanished
into
thin
air
,
he
and
his
bank
.
There
wasn
’
t
an
extra
penny
left
of
that
bank
,
to
collect
our
lawful
claim
.
We
wasted
a
lot
of
money
on
detectives
,
trying
to
find
him
—
as
who
didn
’
t
?
—
but
we
gave
it
up
.
"
No
—
thought
Dagny
—
no
,
apart
from
the
sickening
feeling
it
gave
her
,
this
case
was
not
much
worse
than
any
of
the
other
things
that
Midas
Mulligan
had
borne
for
years
.
He
had
taken
many
losses
under
laws
of
a
similar
justice
,
under
rules
and
edicts
that
had
cost
him
much
larger
sums
of
money
;
he
had
borne
them
and
fought
and
worked
the
harder
;
it
was
not
likely
that
this
case
had
broken
him
.
"
What
happened
to
Judge
Narragansett
?
"
she
asked
involuntarily
,
and
wondered
what
subconscious
connection
had
made
her
ask
it
.
She
knew
little
about
Judge
Narragansett
,
but
she
had
heard
and
remembered
his
name
,
because
it
was
a
name
that
belonged
so
exclusively
to
the
North
American
continent
.
Now
she
realized
suddenly
that
she
had
heard
nothing
about
him
for
years
.
"
Oh
,
he
retired
,
"
said
Lee
Hunsacker
.
"
He
did
?
"
The
question
was
almost
a
gasp
.
"
Yeah
.
"
