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"
How
do
you
do
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
he
said
.
"
Forgive
me
,
I
think
that
I
have
kept
you
waiting
.
Please
sit
down
.
"
He
pointed
to
the
chair
in
front
of
his
desk
.
"
I
didn
’
t
mind
waiting
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
m
grateful
that
you
gave
me
this
appointment
.
I
was
extremely
anxious
to
speak
to
you
on
a
matter
of
urgent
importance
.
"
He
leaned
forward
across
the
desk
,
with
a
look
of
attentive
concentration
,
as
he
always
did
at
the
mention
of
an
important
business
matter
,
but
she
was
not
speaking
to
the
man
she
knew
,
this
was
a
stranger
,
and
she
stopped
,
uncertain
about
the
arguments
she
had
been
prepared
to
use
.
He
looked
at
her
in
silence
,
and
then
he
said
,
"
Miss
Taggart
,
this
is
such
a
beautiful
day
—
probably
the
last
,
this
year
.
There
’
s
a
thing
I
’
ve
always
wanted
to
do
,
but
never
had
time
for
it
.
Let
’
s
go
back
to
New
York
together
and
take
one
of
those
excursion
boat
trips
around
the
island
of
Manhattan
.
Let
’
s
take
a
last
look
at
the
greatest
city
in
the
world
.
"
She
sat
still
,
trying
to
hold
her
eyes
fixed
in
order
to
stop
the
office
from
swaying
.
This
was
the
Ken
Danagger
who
had
never
had
a
personal
friend
,
had
never
married
,
had
never
attended
a
play
or
a
movie
,
had
never
permitted
anyone
the
impertinence
of
taking
his
time
for
any
concern
but
business
.
"
Mr
.
Danagger
,
I
came
here
to
speak
to
you
about
a
matter
of
crucial
importance
to
the
future
of
your
business
and
mine
.
I
came
to
speak
to
you
about
your
indictment
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
?
Don
’
t
worry
about
that
.
It
doesn
’
t
matter
.
I
’
m
going
to
retire
.
"
She
sat
still
,
feeling
nothing
,
wondering
numbly
whether
this
was
how
it
felt
to
hear
a
death
sentence
one
had
dreaded
,
but
had
never
quite
believed
possible
.
Her
first
movement
was
a
sudden
jerk
of
her
head
toward
the
exit
door
;
she
asked
,
her
voice
low
,
her
mouth
distorted
by
hatred
,
"
Who
was
he
?
"
