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           Thetelephonerang.

           "Yes?"sheasked,snatchingthereceiver."McNeilCarFoundry?"

           "No,"saidthevoiceofhersecretary."SenorFranciscod’Anconia."

           Shelookedatthephone’smouthpiecefortheinstantofabriefshock."Allright.Puthimon."

           ThenextvoicesheheardwasFrancisco’s."Iseethatyou’reinyourofficejustthesame,"hesaid;hisvoicewasmocking,harshandtense.

           "Wheredidyouexpectmetobe?"

           "Howdoyoulikethenewsuspension?"

           "Whatsuspension?"

           "Themoratoriumonbrains."

           "Whatareyoutalkingabout?"

           "Haven’tyouseentoday’snewspapers?"

           "No."

           Therewasapause;thenhisvoicecameslowly,changedandgrave:"Bettertakealookatthem,Dagny."

           "Allright."

           "I’llcallyoulater."

           Shehungupandpressedtheswitchofthecommunicatoronherdesk."Getmeanewspaper,"shesaidtohersecretary.

           "Yes,MissTaggart,"thesecretary’svoiceansweredgrimly.

           ItwasEddieWillerswhocameinandputthenewspaperdownonherdesk.Themeaningofthelookonhisface’wasthesameasthetoneshehadcaughtinFrancisco’svoice:theadvancenoticeofsomeinconceivabledisaster.