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There
was
silence
throughout
the
country
.
He
did
not
know
how
many
industrialists
had
retired
and
vanished
on
May
1
and
2
,
leaving
their
plants
to
be
seized
.
He
counted
ten
among
his
own
customers
,
including
McNeil
of
the
McNeil
Car
Foundry
in
Chicago
.
He
had
no
way
of
learning
about
the
others
;
no
reports
appeared
in
the
newspapers
.
The
front
pages
of
the
newspapers
were
suddenly
full
of
stories
about
spring
floods
,
traffic
accidents
,
school
picnics
and
golden
-
wedding
anniversaries
.
There
was
silence
in
his
own
home
.
Lillian
had
departed
on
a
vacation
trip
to
Florida
,
in
mid
-
April
;
it
had
astonished
him
,
as
an
inexplicable
whim
;
it
was
the
first
trip
she
had
taken
alone
since
their
marriage
.
Philip
avoided
him
,
with
a
look
of
panic
.
His
mother
stared
at
Rearden
in
reproachful
bewilderment
;
she
said
nothing
,
but
she
kept
bursting
into
tears
in
his
presence
,
her
manner
suggesting
that
her
tears
were
the
most
important
aspect
to
consider
in
whatever
disaster
it
was
that
she
sensed
approaching
.
On
the
morning
of
May
15
,
he
sat
at
the
desk
in
his
office
,
above
the
spread
of
the
mills
,
and
watched
the
colors
of
the
smoke
rising
to
the
clear
,
blue
sky
.
There
were
spurts
of
transparent
smoke
,
like
waves
of
heat
,
invisible
but
for
the
structures
that
shivered
behind
them
;
there
were
streaks
of
red
smoke
,
and
sluggish
columns
of
yellow
,
and
light
,
floating
spirals
of
blue
—
and
the
thick
,
tight
,
swiftly
pouring
coils
that
looked
like
twisted
bolts
of
satin
tinged
a
mother
-
of
-
pearl
pink
by
the
summer
sun
.
The
buzzer
rang
on
his
desk
,
and
Miss
Ives
voice
said
,
"
Dr
.
Floyd
Ferris
to
see
you
,
without
appointment
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
"
In
spite
of
its
rigid
formality
,
her
tone
conveyed
the
question
:
Shall
I
throw
him
out
?
There
was
a
faint
movement
of
astonishment
in
Rearden
’
s
face
,
barely
above
the
line
of
indifference
:
he
had
not
expected
that
particular
emissary
.
He
answered
evenly
,
"
Ask
him
to
come
in
.
"
Dr
.
Ferris
did
not
smile
as
he
walked
toward
Rearden
’
s
desk
;
he
merely
wore
a
look
suggesting
that
Rearden
knew
full
well
that
he
had
good
reason
to
smile
and
so
he
would
abstain
from
the
obvious
.
He
sat
down
in
front
of
the
desk
,
not
waiting
for
an
invitation
;
he
carried
a
briefcase
,
which
he
placed
across
his
knees
;
he
acted
as
if
words
were
superfluous
,
since
his
reappearance
in
this
office
had
made
everything
clear
.
Rearden
sat
watching
him
in
patient
silence
.
