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It
seemed
to
her
that
some
destroyer
was
moving
soundlessly
through
the
country
and
the
lights
were
dying
at
his
touch
—
someone
,
she
thought
bitterly
,
who
had
reversed
the
principle
of
the
Twentieth
Century
motor
and
was
now
turning
kinetic
energy
into
static
.
That
was
the
enemy
—
she
thought
,
as
she
sat
at
her
desk
in
the
gathering
twilight
—
with
whom
she
was
running
a
race
.
The
monthly
report
from
Quentin
Daniels
lay
on
her
desk
.
She
could
not
be
certain
,
as
yet
,
that
Daniels
would
solve
the
secret
of
the
motor
;
but
the
destroyer
,
she
thought
,
was
moving
swiftly
,
surely
,
at
an
ever
accelerating
tempo
;
she
wondered
whether
,
by
the
time
she
rebuilt
the
motor
,
there
would
be
any
world
left
to
use
it
.
She
had
liked
Quentin
Daniels
from
the
moment
he
entered
her
office
on
their
first
interview
.
He
was
a
lanky
man
in
his
early
thirties
,
with
a
homely
,
angular
face
and
an
attractive
smile
.
A
hint
of
the
smile
remained
in
his
features
at
all
times
,
particularly
when
he
listened
;
it
was
a
look
of
good
-
natured
amusement
,
as
if
he
were
swiftly
and
patiently
discarding
the
irrelevant
in
the
words
he
heard
and
going
straight
to
the
point
a
moment
ahead
of
the
speaker
.
"
Why
did
you
refuse
to
work
for
Dr
.
Stadler
?
"
she
asked
.
The
hint
of
his
smile
grew
harder
and
more
stressed
;
this
was
as
near
as
he
came
to
showing
an
emotion
;
the
emotion
was
anger
.
But
he
answered
in
his
even
,
unhurried
drawl
,
"
You
know
,
Dr
.
Stadler
once
said
that
the
first
word
of
‘
Free
,
scientific
inquiry
’
was
redundant
.
He
seems
to
have
forgotten
it
.
Well
,
I
’
ll
just
say
that
‘
Governmental
scientific
inquiry
’
is
a
contradiction
in
terms
.
"
She
asked
him
what
position
he
held
at
the
Utah
Institute
of
Technology
.
"
Night
watchman
,
"
he
answered
.
"
What
?
"
she
gasped
.
"
Night
watchman
,
"
he
repeated
politely
,
as
if
she
had
not
caught
the
words
,
as
if
there
were
no
cause
for
astonishment
.
Under
her
questioning
,
he
explained
that
he
did
not
like
any
of
the
scientific
foundations
left
in
existence
,
that
he
would
have
liked
a
job
in
the
research
laboratory
of
some
big
industrial
concern
—
"
But
which
one
of
them
can
afford
to
undertake
any
long
-
range
work
nowadays
,
and
why
should
they
?
"
—
so
when
the
Utah
Institute
of
Technology
was
closed
for
lack
of
funds
,
he
had
remained
there
as
night
watchman
and
sole
inhabitant
of
the
place
;
the
salary
was
sufficient
to
pay
for
his
needs
—
and
the
Institute
’
s
laboratory
was
there
,
intact
,
for
his
own
private
,
undisturbed
use
.
"
So
you
’
re
doing
research
work
of
your
own
?
"
"
That
’
s
right
.
"
