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Franciscoanswered,"Hetaughtthateverythingissomething."
"Yourloyaltytoyourteacherislaudable,Señord‘Anconia,"saidDr.Pritchettdryly."Maywetakeitthatyouareanexampleofthepracticalresultsofhisteaching?"
"Iam."
JamesTaggarthadapproachedthegroupandwaswaitingtobenoticed.
"Hello,Francisco."
"Goodevening,James."
"Whatawonderfulcoincidence,seeingyouhere!I’vebeenveryanxioustospeaktoyou."
"That’snew.Youhaven’talwaysbeen."
"Nowyou’rejoking,justlikeintheolddays."Taggartwasmovingslowly,asifcasually,awayfromthegroup,hopingtodrawFranciscoafterhim."Youknowthatthere’snotapersoninthisroomwhowouldn’tlovetotalktoyou."
"Really?I’dbeinclinedtosuspecttheopposite."Franciscohadfollowedobediently,butstoppedwithinhearingdistanceoftheothers.
"Ihavetriedineverypossiblewaytogetintouchwithyou,"saidTaggart,"but...butcircumstancesdidn’tpermitmetosucceed."
"AreyoutryingtohidefrommethefactthatIrefusedtoseeyou?"
"Well...thatis...Imean,whydidyourefuse?"
"Icouldn’timaginewhatyouwantedtospeaktomeabout."
"TheSanSebastiánMines,ofcourse!"Taggart’svoicerosealittle.
"Why,whataboutthem?"
"But...Now,look,Francisco,thisisserious.It’sadisaster,anunprecedenteddisaster—andnobodycanmakeanysenseoutofit.Idon’tknowwhattothink.Idon’tunderstanditatall.Ihavearighttoknow."