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Perhaps
you
believe
that
if
my
voice
delivers
the
final
blow
,
it
will
make
me
the
murderer
involved
—
since
you
know
that
this
is
the
last
act
of
a
long
-
drawn
-
out
murder
.
I
cannot
conceive
what
it
is
you
think
you
can
accomplish
by
a
pretense
of
this
kind
,
and
I
will
not
help
you
to
stage
it
.
The
final
blow
will
be
delivered
by
you
,
as
were
all
the
others
.
"
She
turned
to
go
.
The
chairman
half
-
rose
,
asking
helplessly
,
"
But
,
Miss
Taggart
—
"
"
Please
remain
seated
.
Please
continue
the
discussion
—
and
take
the
vote
in
which
I
shall
have
no
voice
.
I
shall
abstain
from
voting
.
I
’
ll
stand
by
,
if
you
wish
me
to
,
but
only
as
an
employee
.
I
will
not
pretend
to
be
anything
else
.
"
She
turned
away
once
more
,
but
it
was
the
voice
of
the
gray
-
haired
man
that
stopped
her
.
"
Miss
Taggart
,
this
is
not
an
official
question
,
it
is
only
my
personal
curiosity
,
but
would
you
tell
me
your
view
of
the
future
of
the
Taggart
Transcontinental
system
?
"
She
answered
,
looking
at
him
in
understanding
,
her
voice
gentler
,
"
I
have
stopped
thinking
of
a
future
or
of
a
railroad
system
.
I
intend
to
continue
running
trains
so
long
as
it
is
still
possible
to
run
them
.
I
don
’
t
think
that
it
will
be
much
longer
.
"
She
walked
away
from
the
table
,
to
the
window
,
to
stand
aside
and
let
them
continue
without
her
.
She
looked
at
the
city
.
Jim
had
obtained
the
permit
which
allowed
them
the
use
of
electric
power
to
the
top
of
the
Taggart
Building
.
From
the
height
of
the
room
,
the
city
looked
like
a
flattened
remnant
,
with
but
a
few
rare
,
lonely
streaks
of
lighted
glass
still
rising
through
the
darkness
to
the
sky
.
She
did
not
listen
to
the
voices
of
the
men
behind
her
.
She
did
not
know
for
how
long
the
broken
snatches
of
their
struggle
kept
rolling
past
her
—
the
sounds
that
nudged
and
prodded
one
another
,
trying
to
edge
back
and
leave
someone
pushed
forward
—
a
struggle
,
not
to
assert
one
’
s
own
will
,
but
to
squeeze
an
assertion
from
some
unwilling
victim
—
a
battle
in
which
the
decision
was
to
be
pronounced
,
not
by
the
winner
,
but
by
the
loser
:
"
It
seems
to
me
.
.
.
It
is
,
I
think
.
.
.
It
must
,
in
my
opinion
.
.
.
If
we
were
to
suppose
.
.
.
I
am
merely
suggesting
.
.
.
I
am
not
implying
,
but
.
.
.
If
we
consider
both
sides
.
.
.
It
is
,
in
my
opinion
,
indubitable
.
.
.
It
seems
to
me
to
be
an
unmistakable
fact
.
.
.
"
