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She
sat
down
at
her
desk
,
smiling
in
defiance
at
the
distastefulness
of
her
job
.
She
hated
the
reports
that
she
had
to
finish
reading
,
but
it
was
her
job
,
it
was
her
railroad
,
it
was
morning
.
She
lighted
a
cigarette
,
thinking
that
she
would
finish
this
task
before
breakfast
;
she
turned
off
the
lamp
and
pulled
the
papers
forward
.
There
were
reports
from
the
general
managers
of
the
four
Regions
of
the
Taggart
system
,
their
pages
a
typewritten
cry
of
despair
over
the
breakdowns
of
equipment
.
There
was
a
report
about
a
wreck
on
the
main
line
near
Winston
,
Colorado
.
There
was
the
new
budget
of
the
Operating
Department
,
the
revised
budget
based
on
the
raise
in
rates
which
Jim
had
obtained
last
week
.
She
tried
to
choke
the
exasperation
of
hopelessness
as
she
went
slowly
over
the
budget
’
s
figures
:
all
those
calculations
had
been
made
on
the
assumption
that
the
volume
of
freight
would
remain
unchanged
and
that
the
raise
would
bring
them
added
revenue
by
the
end
of
the
year
;
she
knew
that
the
freight
tonnage
would
go
on
shrinking
,
that
the
raise
would
make
little
difference
,
that
by
the
end
of
this
year
their
losses
would
be
greater
than
ever
.
When
she
looked
up
from
the
pages
,
she
saw
with
a
small
jolt
of
astonishment
that
the
clock
said
9
:
25
.
She
had
been
dimly
aware
of
the
usual
sound
of
movement
and
voices
in
the
anteroom
of
her
office
,
as
her
staff
had
arrived
to
begin
their
day
;
she
wondered
why
nobody
had
entered
her
office
and
why
her
telephone
had
remained
silent
;
as
a
daily
rule
,
there
should
have
been
a
rush
of
business
by
this
hour
.
She
glanced
at
her
calendar
;
there
was
a
note
that
the
McNeil
Car
Foundry
of
Chicago
was
to
phone
her
at
nine
A
.
M
.
in
regard
to
the
new
freight
cars
which
Taggart
Transcontinental
had
been
expecting
for
six
months
.
She
flicked
the
switch
of
the
interoffice
communicator
to
call
her
secretary
.
The
girl
’
s
voice
answered
with
a
startled
little
gasp
:
"
Miss
Taggart
!
Are
you
here
,
in
your
office
?
"
"
I
slept
here
last
night
,
again
.
Didn
’
t
intend
to
,
but
did
.
Was
there
a
call
for
me
from
the
McNeil
Car
Foundry
?
"
"
No
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
"
Put
them
through
to
me
immediately
,
when
they
call
.
"
"
Yes
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
Switching
the
communicator
off
,
she
wondered
whether
she
imagined
it
or
whether
there
had
been
something
strange
in
the
girl
’
s
voice
:
it
had
sounded
unnaturally
tense
.
