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It
was
on
the
front
page
.
Wesley
Mouch
,
Top
Co
-
ordinator
of
the
Bureau
of
Economic
Planning
and
National
Resources
,
"
in
a
surprise
move
,
"
said
the
paper
,
"
and
in
the
name
of
the
national
emergency
,
"
had
issued
a
set
of
directives
,
which
were
strung
in
a
column
down
the
page
:
The
railroads
of
the
country
were
ordered
to
reduce
the
maximum
speed
of
all
trains
to
sixty
miles
per
hour
—
to
reduce
the
maximum
length
of
all
trains
to
sixty
cars
—
and
to
run
the
same
number
of
trains
in
every
state
of
a
zone
composed
of
five
neighboring
states
,
the
country
being
divided
into
such
zones
for
the
purpose
.
The
steel
mills
of
the
country
were
ordered
to
limit
the
maximum
production
of
any
metal
alloy
to
an
amount
equal
to
the
production
of
other
metal
alloys
by
other
mills
placed
in
the
same
classification
of
plant
capacity
—
and
to
supply
a
fair
share
of
any
metal
alloy
to
all
consumers
who
might
desire
to
obtain
it
.
All
the
manufacturing
establishments
of
the
country
,
of
any
size
and
nature
,
were
forbidden
to
move
from
their
present
locations
,
except
when
granted
a
special
permission
to
do
so
by
the
Bureau
of
Economic
Planning
and
National
Resources
.
To
compensate
the
railroads
of
the
country
for
the
extra
costs
involved
and
"
to
cushion
the
process
of
readjustment
,
"
a
moratorium
on
payments
of
interest
and
principal
on
all
railroad
bonds
—
secured
and
unsecured
,
convertible
and
non
-
convertible
—
was
declared
for
a
period
of
five
years
.
To
provide
the
funds
for
the
personnel
to
enforce
these
directives
,
a
special
tax
was
imposed
on
the
state
of
Colorado
,
"
as
the
state
best
able
to
assist
the
needier
states
to
bear
the
brunt
of
the
national
emergency
,
"
such
tax
to
consist
of
five
per
cent
of
the
gross
sales
of
Colorado
’
s
industrial
concerns
.
The
cry
she
uttered
was
one
she
had
never
permitted
herself
before
,
because
she
made
it
her
pride
always
to
answer
it
herself
—
but
she
saw
a
man
standing
a
few
steps
away
,
she
did
not
see
that
he
was
a
ragged
bum
,
and
she
uttered
the
cry
because
it
was
the
plea
of
reason
and
he
was
a
human
figure
:
"
What
are
we
going
to
do
?
"
The
bum
grinned
mirthlessly
and
shrugged
:
"
Who
is
John
Galt
?
"
It
was
not
Taggart
Transcontinental
that
stood
as
the
focus
of
terror
in
her
mind
,
it
was
not
the
thought
of
Hank
Rearden
tied
to
a
rack
pulled
in
opposite
directions
—
it
was
Ellis
Wyatt
.
Wiping
out
the
rest
,
filling
her
consciousness
,
leaving
no
room
for
words
,
no
time
for
wonder
,
as
a
glaring
answer
to
the
questions
she
had
not
begun
to
ask
,
stood
two
pictures
:
Ellis
Wyatt
’
s
implacable
figure
in
front
of
her
desk
,
saying
,
"
It
is
now
in
your
power
to
destroy
me
;
I
may
have
to
go
;
but
if
I
go
,
I
’
ll
make
sure
that
I
take
all
the
rest
of
you
along
with
me
"
—
and
the
circling
violence
of
Ellis
Wyatt
’
s
body
when
he
flung
a
glass
to
shatter
against
the
wall
.
The
only
consciousness
the
pictures
left
her
was
the
feeling
of
the
approach
of
some
unthinkable
disaster
,
and
the
feeling
that
she
had
to
outrun
it
.
She
had
to
reach
Ellis
Wyatt
and
stop
him
.
She
did
not
know
what
it
was
that
she
had
to
prevent
.
She
knew
only
that
she
had
to
stop
him
.
