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           "Itwouldhaveservedyourightifyou’dbrokenyourneck!"themuscularmansnappedather,withtheangerofconcern,almostofaffection."Whatastunttopull—forapersonwho’dhavebeenadmittedheresoeagerly,ifshe’dchosentocomethroughthefrontdoor!"

           "MissTaggart,mayIpresentMidasMulligan?"saidGalt.

           "Oh,"shesaidweakly,andlaughed;shehadnocapacityforastonishmentanylonger."DoyousupposeIwaskilledinthatcrash—andthisissomeotherkindofexistence?"

           "Itisanotherkindofexistence,"saidGalt."Butasforbeingkilled,doesn’titseemmoreliketheotherwayaround?"

           "Ohyes,"shewhispered,"yes..."ShesmiledatMulligan."Whereisthefrontdoor?"

           "Here,"hesaid,pointingtohisforehead.

           "I’velostthekey,"shesaidsimply,withoutresentment."I’velostallkeys,rightnow."

           "You’llfindthem.Butwhatinblazeswereyoudoinginthatplane?"

           "Following."

           "Him?"HepointedatGalt.

           "Yes."

           "You’reluckytobealive!Areyoubadlyhurt?"

           "Idon’tthinkso."

           "You’llhaveafewquestionstoanswer,aftertheypatchyouup."Heturnedbrusquely,leadingthewaydowntothecar,thenglancedatGalt.