Атлант расправил плечи
The Generator
Standinginthetightspaceofthetelephonebooth,asinthecabinofashipabouttotakeoffforadifferentplanet,shedialedthenumberOR6-5693.
ThevoicethatansweredatoncewasFrancisco’s."Hello?"
"Francisco?"
"Hello,Dagny.Iwasexpectingyoutocall."
"Didyouhearthebroadcast?"
"Idid."
"Theyarenowplanningtoforcehimtogivein."Shekepthervoicetothetoneofafactualreport."Theyintendtotorturehim.TheyhavesomemachinecalledtheFerrisPersuader,inanisolatedunitonthegroundsoftheStateScienceInstitute.It’sinNewHampshire.Theymentionedflying.Theymentionedthattheywouldhavehimontheradiowithinthreehours."
"Isee.Areyoucallingfromapublicphonebooth?"
"Yes."
"You’restillineveningclothes,aren’tyou?"
"Yes."
"Nowlistencarefully.Gohome,changeyourclothes,packafewthingsyou’llneed,takeyourjewelryandanyvaluablesthatyoucancarry,takesomewarmclothing.Wewon’thavetimetodoitlater.
Meetmeinfortyminutes,onthenorthwestcorner,twoblockseastofthemainentranceoftheTaggartTerminal."
"Right."
"Solong,Slug."
"Solong,Frisco.