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Theassignmentshegaveherselfforthenextfewmomentswastoputonhercoatandbefirsttoleavetheroom.
Thentherewastheassignmentofridinginanelevatordownthegreat,silentlengthoftheTaggartBuilding.Thentherewastheassignmentofcrossingthedarklobby.
Halfwaythroughthelobby,shestopped.Amanstoodleaningagainstthewall,inamannerofpurposefulwaiting—anditwasshewhowashispurpose,becausehewaslookingstraightather.Shedidnotrecognizehimatonce,becauseshefeltcertainthatthefaceshesawcouldnotpossiblybethereinthatlobbyatthishour.
"Hi,Slug,"hesaidsoftly.
Sheanswered,gropingforsomegreatdistancethathadoncebeenhers,"Hi,Frisco."
"HavetheyfinallymurderedJohnGalt?"
Shestruggledtoplacethemomentintosomeorderlysequenceoftime.Thequestionbelongedtothepresent,butthesolemnfacecamefromthosedaysonthehillbytheHudsonwhenhewouldhaveunderstoodallthatthequestionmeanttoher.
"Howdidyouknowthatthey’ddoittonight?"sheasked.
"It’sbeenobviousformonthsthatthatwouldbethenextstepattheirnextmeeting."
"Whydidyoucomehere?"
"Toseehowyou’dtakeit."
"Wanttolaughaboutit?"
"No,Dagny,Idon’twanttolaughaboutit.
