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The Concerto of Deliverance
Youwill,ofcourse,filesuchaclaimand—""Ihavenotsaidthat.""Uh?No,youhaven’t...thatis...well,whathaveyousaid,Mr.Rearden?""Ihavesaidnothing."
Lateonthenextafternoon,anothervoicecamepleadingfromWashington.Thisonedidnotseemtoslide,buttobounceonthetelephonewirewiththegayvirtuosityofatight-ropewalker.ItintroduceditselfasTinkyHollowayandpleadedthatReardenattendaconference,"aninformallittleconference,justafewofus,thetop-levelfew,"tobeheldinNewYork,attheWayne-FalklandHotel,dayafternext.
"Therehavebeensomanymisunderstandingsinthepastfewweeks!"saidTinkyHolloway."Suchunfortunatemisunderstandings—andsounnecessary!Wecouldstraighteneverythingoutinajiffy,Mr.Rearden,ifwehadachancetohavealittletalkwithyou.We’reextremelyanxioustoseeyou."
"Youcanissueasubpoenaformeanytimeyouwish."
"Oh,no!no!no!"Thevoicesoundedfrightened."No,Mr.Rearden—whythinkofsuchthings?Youdon’tunderstandus,we’reanxioustomeetyouonafriendlybasis,we’reseekingnothingbutyourvoluntaryco-operation."Hollowaypausedtensely,wonderingwhetherhehadheardthefaintsoundofadistantchuckle;hewaited,butheardnothingelse.
"Mr.Rearden?"
"Yes?"
"Surely,Mr.Rearden,atatimelikethis,aconferencewithuscouldbetoyourgreatadvantage.
