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"
Would
you
mind
telling
Mr
.
Danagger
that
I
’
m
here
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
!
"
It
was
almost
a
cry
;
she
saw
Dagny
’
s
astonished
glance
and
felt
obliged
to
explain
:
"
Mr
.
Danagger
called
me
,
on
the
interoffice
communicator
,
and
told
me
that
he
was
not
to
be
interrupted
under
any
circumstances
or
for
any
reason
whatever
.
"
"
When
did
he
do
that
?
"
The
moment
’
s
pause
was
like
a
small
air
cushion
for
the
answer
:
"
Two
hours
ago
.
"
Dagny
looked
at
the
closed
door
of
Danagger
’
s
office
.
She
could
hear
the
sound
of
a
voice
beyond
the
door
,
but
so
faintly
that
she
could
not
tell
whether
it
was
the
voice
of
one
man
or
the
conversation
of
two
;
she
could
not
distinguish
the
words
or
the
emotional
quality
of
the
tone
:
it
was
only
a
low
,
even
progression
of
sounds
that
seemed
normal
and
did
not
convey
the
pitch
of
raised
voices
.
"
How
long
has
Mr
.
Danagger
been
in
conference
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Since
one
o
’
clock
,
"
said
the
secretary
grimly
,
then
added
in
apology
,
"
It
was
an
unscheduled
caller
,
or
Mr
.
Danagger
would
never
have
permitted
this
to
happen
.
"
The
door
was
not
locked
,
thought
Dagny
;
she
felt
an
unreasoning
desire
to
tear
it
open
and
walk
in
—
it
was
only
a
few
wooden
boards
with
a
brass
knob
,
it
would
require
only
a
small
muscular
contraction
of
her
arm
—
but
she
looked
away
,
knowing
that
the
power
of
a
civilized
order
and
of
Ken
Danagger
’
s
right
was
more
impregnable
a
barrier
than
any
lock
.
She
found
herself
staring
at
the
stubs
of
her
cigarettes
in
the
ashtray
stand
beside
her
,
and
wondered
why
it
gave
her
a
sharper
feeling
of
apprehension
.
Then
she
realized
that
she
was
thinking
of
Hugh
Akston
:
she
had
written
to
him
,
at
his
diner
in
Wyoming
,
asking
him
to
tell
her
where
he
had
obtained
the
cigarette
with
the
dollar
sign
;
her
letter
had
come
back
,
with
a
postal
inscription
to
inform
her
that
he
had
moved
away
,
leaving
no
forwarding
address
.
She
told
herself
angrily
that
this
had
no
connection
with
the
present
moment
and
that
she
had
to
control
her
nerves
.
But
her
hand
jerked
to
press
the
button
of
the
ashtray
and
make
the
cigarette
stubs
vanish
inside
the
stand
.
