"Let me put it this way: would it be of value if that rail were made available for our main-line track, which
is in such urgent need of repair?"
"It would help."
"Miss Taggart," asked the man with the quavering voice, "would you say that there are any shippers of
consequence left on the Rio Norte Line?"
"There's Ted Nielsen of Nielsen Motors. No one else."
"Would you say that the operating costs of the Rio Norte Line could be used
to relieve the financial
strain on the rest of the system?"
"It would help."
"Then, as our Operating Vice-President . . ." He stopped; she waited, looking at him; he said, "Well?"
"What was your question?"
"I meant to say . . . that is, well, as
our Operating Vice-President, don't you have certain conclusions to
draw?"
She stood up. She looked at the faces around the table. "Gentlemen," she said, "I do not know by what
sort of self-fraud you expect to feel that if it's I who name the
decision you intend to make, it will be I
who'll bear the responsibility for it. Perhaps you believe that if my voice delivers the final blow, it will
make me the murderer involved—since you know that this is the last act of a long-drawn-out murder. I
cannot conceive what it is you think you can accomplish
by a pretense of this kind, and I will not help you
to stage it. The final blow will be delivered by you, as were all the others."
She turned to go. The chairman half-rose, asking helplessly, "But, Miss Taggart—"
"Please remain seated. Please continue the discussion—and take the vote in which I shall have no voice.
I shall abstain from voting.
Ill stand by, if you wish me to, but only as an employee. I will not pretend to
be anything else."
She turned away once more, but it was the voice of the gray-haired man that stopped her. "Miss
Taggart, this
is not an official question, it is only my personal curiosity, but would you tell me your view of
the future of the Taggart Transcontinental system?"
She answered, looking
at him in understanding, her voice gentler, "I have stopped thinking of a future or
of a railroad system. I intend to continue running trains so long as it is still possible to run them. I don't
think that it will be much longer."
She walked away from the table,
to the window, to stand aside and let them continue without her.
She looked at the city. Jim had obtained the permit which allowed them the use of electric power to the
top of the Taggart Building.
From the height of the room, the city looked like a flattened remnant,
with but a few rare, lonely streaks
of lighted glass still rising through the darkness to the sky.
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