Атлант расправил плечи
The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
Willyoupromisetowaitforme?WillyoupromisetobetherewhenIarrive?"
"Why...ofcourse,MissTaggart.UnlessIdieorsomethinghappensoutsidemypower—butIdon’texpectittohappen."
"Unlessyoudie,willyouwaitformenomatterwhathappens?"
"Ofcourse."
"Doyougivemeyourwordthatyou’llwait?"
"Yes,MissTaggart."
"Thankyou.Goodnight."
"Goodnight,MissTaggart."
Shepressedthereceiverdownandpickeditupagaininthesamesweepofherhandandrapidlydialedanumber.
"Eddie?...HavethemholdtheCometforme...Yes,tonight’sComet.Giveorderstohavemycarattached,thencomehere,tomyplace,atonce,"Sheglancedatherwatch."It’seight-twelve.Ihaveanhourtomakeit.Idon’tthinkI’llholdthemuptoolong.I’lltalktoyouwhileIpack."
ShehungupandturnedtoRearden.
"Tonight?"hesaid.
"Ihaveto."
"Iguessso.Don’tyouhavetogotoColorado,anyway?"
"Yes.Iintendedtoleavetomorrownight.ButIthinkEddiecanmanagetotakecareofmyoffice,andI’dbetterstartnow.Ittakesthreedays"—sheremembered—"itwillnowtakefivedaystoreachUtah.
Ihavetogobytrain,therearepeopleIhavetoseeontheline—thiscan’tbedelayed,either.
