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"
Where
?
"
"
He
’
d
be
either
on
foot
or
in
a
battered
wreck
of
a
car
that
’
s
got
a
million
-
dollar
motor
.
"
"
What
man
?
"
"
A
tall
man
with
blond
hair
.
"
"
Who
is
he
?
"
"
You
wouldn
’
t
believe
it
if
I
told
you
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
Did
you
see
him
?
"
Rearden
was
not
aware
of
his
own
questions
,
only
of
the
astonishing
fact
that
he
was
able
to
force
sounds
past
some
beating
barrier
inside
his
throat
.
He
was
looking
straight
at
the
policeman
,
but
he
felt
as
if
the
focus
of
his
eyes
had
switched
to
his
side
vision
,
and
what
he
saw
most
clearly
was
Danneskjold
’
s
face
watching
him
with
no
expression
,
with
no
line
’
s
,
no
muscle
’
s
worth
of
feeling
.
He
saw
Danneskjold
’
s
arms
hanging
idly
by
his
sides
,
the
hands
relaxed
,
with
no
sign
of
intention
to
reach
for
a
weapon
,
leaving
the
tall
,
straight
body
defenseless
and
open
—
open
as
to
a
firing
squad
.
He
saw
,
in
the
light
,
that
the
face
looked
younger
than
he
had
thought
and
that
the
eyes
were
sky
-
blue
.
He
felt
that
his
one
danger
would
be
to
glance
directly
at
Danneskjold
—
and
he
kept
his
eyes
on
the
policeman
,
on
the
brass
buttons
of
a
blue
uniform
,
but
the
object
filling
his
consciousness
,
more
forcefully
than
a
visual
perception
,
was
Danneskjold
’
s
body
,
the
naked
body
under
the
clothes
,
the
body
that
would
be
wiped
out
of
existence
.
He
did
not
hear
his
own
words
,
because
he
kept
hearing
a
single
sentence
in
his
mind
,
without
context
except
the
feeling
that
it
was
the
only
thing
that
mattered
to
him
in
the
world
:
"
If
I
should
lose
my
life
,
to
what
better
purpose
could
I
give
it
?
"
"
Did
you
see
him
,
Mr
.
Rearden
?
"
