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The Sanction of the Victim
Hepickedupthetelephoneandcalledheroffice.Herownvoiceanswered:"TaggartTranscontinental."
"Don’tyouknowit’saholiday?"heasked.
"Hello,Hank.Railroadshavenoholidays.Whereareyoucallingfrom?"
"Yourplace."
"I’llbethroughinanotherhalf-hour."
"It’sallright.Staythere.I’llcomeforyou."
Theanteroomofherofficewasdark,whenheentered,exceptforthelightedglasscubbyholeofEddieWillers.Eddiewasclosinghisdesk,gettingreadytoleave.HelookedatRearden,inpuzzledastonishment.
"Goodevening,Eddie.Whatisitthatkeepsyoupeoplesobusy—theRocklandwreck?"
Eddiesighed."Yes,Mr.Rearden."
"That’swhatIwanttoseeDagnyabout—aboutyourrail."
"She’sstillhere."
Hestartedtowardherdoor,whenEddiecalledafterhimhesitantly,"Mr.Rearden..."
Hestopped."Yes?"
"Iwantedtosay...becausetomorrowisyourtrial...andwhatevertheydotoyouissupposedtobeinthenameofallthepeople...IjustwantedtosaythatI...thatitwon’tbeinmyname...evenifthere’snothingIcandoaboutit,excepttotellyou...evenifIknowthatthatdoesn’tmeananything."
"Itmeansmuchmorethanyoususpect.Perhapsmorethananyofussuspect.Thanks,Eddie.
