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She
was
hurrying
across
the
concourse
of
the
Terminal
when
she
heard
a
voice
calling
,
"
Miss
Taggart
!
"
with
a
strange
note
of
urgency
and
reluctance
,
together
.
It
stopped
her
abruptly
;
she
took
a
few
seconds
to
realize
that
it
was
the
old
man
at
the
cigar
stand
who
had
called
.
"
I
’
ve
been
waiting
to
catch
sight
of
you
for
days
.
Miss
Taggart
.
I
’
ve
been
extremely
anxious
to
speak
to
you
.
"
There
was
an
odd
expression
on
his
face
,
the
look
of
an
effort
not
to
look
frightened
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
she
said
,
smiling
,
"
I
’
ve
been
rushing
in
and
out
of
the
building
all
week
and
didn
’
t
have
time
to
stop
.
"
He
did
not
smile
.
"
Miss
Taggart
,
that
cigarette
with
the
dollar
sign
that
you
gave
me
some
months
ago
—
where
did
you
get
it
?
"
She
stood
still
for
a
moment
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
that
’
s
a
long
,
complicated
story
,
"
she
answered
.
"
Have
you
any
way
of
getting
in
touch
with
the
person
who
gave
it
to
you
?
"
"
I
suppose
so
—
though
I
’
m
not
too
sure
.
Why
?
"
"
Would
he
tell
you
where
he
got
it
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
What
makes
you
suspect
that
he
wouldn
’
t
?
"
He
hesitated
,
then
asked
,
"
Miss
Taggart
,
what
do
you
do
when
you
have
to
tell
someone
something
which
you
know
to
be
impossible
?
"
