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           Thompsonthoughtfully,"yeah,that’strue."Hejerkedhisheadupwithasmileofsatisfaction."Theprofessor’sgotsomethingthere.PutatailonMissTaggart,"heordered,snappinghisfingersatMouch."Havehertaileddayandnight.We’vegottofindhim."

           "Yes,sir,"saidMouchblankly.

           "Andwhenyoufindhim,"Dr.Stadleraskedtensely,"you’llkillhim?"

           "Killhim,youdamnfool?Weneedhim!"criedMr.Thompson.

           Mouchwaited,butnooneventuredthequestionthatwasoneveryone’smind,sohemadetheefforttoutterstiffly,"Idon’tunderstandyou,Mr.Thompson."

           "Oh,youtheoreticalintellectuals!"saidMr.Thompsonwithexasperation."Whatareyouallgapingat?It’ssimple.Whoeverheis,he’samanofaction.Besides,he’sgotapressuregroup:he’scorneredallthemenofbrains.Heknowswhattodo.We’llfindhimandhe’lltellus.He’lltelluswhattodo.He’llmakethingswork.He’llpullusoutofthehole."

           "Us,Mr.Thompson?"

           "Sure.Nevermindyourtheories.We’llmakeadealwithhim."

           "Withhim?"

           "Sure.Oh,we’llhavetocompromise,we’llhavetomakeafewconcessionstobigbusiness,andthewelfareboyswon’tlikeit,butwhatthehell!—doyouknowanyotherwayout?"

           "Buthisideas—"

           "Whocaresaboutideas?"

           "Mr.