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The Concerto of Deliverance
toletsomeofthegoonsin...sothey’dstarttroublefromtheinsideandtheoutsidetogether...tomakeitlookliketheyreallywereyourworkers...Irefusedtosignthepasses."
"Youdid?Afterthey’dletyouinontheirgame?"
"But...but,ofcourse,Mr.Rearden...DidyouthinkI’dplaythatkindofgame?"
"No,kid,no,Iguessnot.Only—"
"What?"
"Onlythat’swhenyoustuckyourneckout."
"ButIhadto!...Icouldn’thelpthemwreckthemills,couldI?
...HowlongwasItokeepfromstickingmyneckout?Tilltheybrokeyours?...AndwhatwouldIdowithmyneck,ifthat’showIhadtokeepit?...You...youunderstandit,don’tyou,Mr.Rearden?"
"Yes.Ido."
"Irefusedthem...Iranoutoftheoffice...Irantolookforthesuperintendent...totellhimeverything...butIcouldn’tfindhim...andthenIheardshotsatthemaingateandIknewithadstarted...Itriedtophoneyourhome...thephonewireswerecut...Irantogetmycar,Iwantedtoreachyouorapolicemanoranewspaperorsomebody...buttheymusthavebeenfollowingme...that’swhentheyshotme...intheparkinglot...frombehind...allIrememberisfallingand...andthen,whenIopenedmyeyes,theyhaddumpedmehere...ontheslagheap..."
"Ontheslagheap?"saidReardenslowly,knowingthattheheapwasahundredfeetbelow.
