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"
The
matter
on
which
I
’
d
like
to
ask
your
advice
is
far
removed
from
the
field
of
your
interests
,
Dr
.
Stadler
.
You
may
think
it
odd
that
I
should
call
on
you
.
Please
allow
me
to
explain
my
reason
.
"
"
The
fact
that
you
wished
to
call
on
me
is
a
fully
sufficient
reason
.
If
I
can
be
of
any
service
to
you
,
any
service
whatever
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
would
please
me
more
at
this
moment
.
"
His
smile
had
an
attractive
quality
,
the
smile
of
a
man
of
the
world
who
used
it
,
not
to
cover
his
words
,
but
to
stress
the
audacity
of
expressing
a
sincere
emotion
.
"
My
problem
is
a
matter
of
technology
,
"
she
said
,
in
the
clear
,
expressionless
tone
of
a
young
mechanic
discussing
a
difficult
assignment
.
"
I
fully
realize
your
contempt
for
that
branch
of
science
.
I
do
not
expect
you
to
solve
my
problem
—
it
is
not
the
kind
of
work
which
you
do
or
care
about
.
I
should
like
only
to
submit
the
problem
to
you
,
and
then
I
’
ll
have
just
two
questions
to
ask
you
.
I
had
to
call
on
you
,
because
it
is
a
matter
that
involves
someone
’
s
mind
,
a
very
great
mind
,
and
"
—
she
spoke
impersonally
,
in
the
manner
of
rendering
exact
justice
—
"
and
you
are
the
only
great
mind
left
in
this
field
.
"
She
could
not
tell
why
her
words
bit
him
as
they
did
.
She
saw
the
stillness
of
his
face
,
the
sudden
earnestness
of
the
eyes
,
a
strange
earnestness
that
seemed
eager
and
almost
pleading
,
then
she
heard
his
voice
come
gravely
,
as
if
from
under
the
pressure
of
some
emotion
that
made
it
sound
simple
and
humble
:
"
What
is
your
problem
,
Miss
Taggart
?
"
She
told
him
about
the
motor
and
the
place
where
she
had
found
it
;
she
told
him
that
it
had
proved
impossible
to
learn
the
name
of
the
inventor
;
she
did
not
mention
the
details
of
her
quest
.
She
handed
him
photographs
of
the
motor
and
the
remnant
of
the
manuscript
.
She
watched
him
as
he
read
.
She
saw
the
professional
assurance
in
the
swift
,
scanning
motion
of
his
eyes
,
at
first
,
then
the
pause
,
then
the
growing
intentness
,
then
a
movement
of
his
lips
which
,
from
another
man
,
would
have
been
a
whistle
or
a
gasp
.
She
saw
him
stop
for
long
minutes
and
look
off
,
as
if
his
mind
were
racing
over
countless
sudden
trails
,
trying
to
follow
them
all
—
she
saw
him
leaf
back
through
the
pages
,
then
stop
,
then
force
himself
to
read
on
,
as
if
he
were
torn
between
his
eagerness
to
continue
and
his
eagerness
to
seize
all
the
possibilities
breaking
open
before
his
vision
.
She
saw
his
silent
excitement
,
she
knew
that
he
had
forgotten
her
office
,
her
existence
,
everything
but
the
sight
of
an
achievement
—
and
in
tribute
to
his
being
capable
of
such
reaction
,
she
wished
it
were
possible
for
her
to
like
Dr
.
Robert
Stadler
.
They
had
been
silent
for
over
an
hour
,
when
he
finished
and
looked
up
at
her
.
