Atlas Shrugged [259]
Another is that he doesn't want them to learn how he got that way."
"I don't know what you mean or why you should object."
"Oh, I don't object at all. I appreciate it. A great many investors -the old-fashioned sort-dropped me after the San Sebastian Mines.
It scared them away. But the modern ones had more faith in me and acted as they always do-on faith. I can't tell you how thoroughly I appreciate it."
Taggart wished Francisco would not talk so loudly; he wished people would not gather around them. "You have been doing extremely well," he said, in the safe tone of a business compliment.
"Yes, haven't I? It's wonderful how the stock of d'Anconia Copper has risen within the last year. But I don't think I should be too conceited about it-there's not much competition left in the world, there's no place to invest one's money, if one happens to get rich quickly, and here's d'Anconia Copper, the oldest company on earth, the one that's been the safest bet for centuries. Just think of what it managed to survive through the ages. So if you people have decided that it's the best place for your hidden money, that it can't be beaten, that it would take a most unusual kind of man to destroy d'Anconia Copper-you were right."
"Well, I hear it said that you've begun to take your responsibilities seriously and that you've settled down to business at last. They say you've been working very hard,"
"Oh, has anybody noticed that? It was the old-fashioned investors who made it a point to watch what the president of a company was doing. The modern investors don't find knowledge necessary. I don't think they ever look into my activities."
Taggart smiled. "They look at the ticker tape of the stock exchange.
That tells the whole story, doesn't it?"
"Yes. Yes, it does-in the long run."
"I must say I'm glad that you haven't been much of a party hound this past year. The results show in your work."
"Do they? Well, no, not quite yet."
"I suppose," said Taggart, in the cautious tone of an indirect question, "that I should feel flattered you chose to come to this party."
"Oh, but I had to come. I thought you were expecting me."
"Why, no, I wasn't . . . that is, I mean-"
"You should have expected me, James. This is the great, formal, nose-counting event, where the victims come in order to show how safe it is to destroy them, and the destroyers form pacts of eternal friendship, which lasts for three months. I don't know exactly which group I belong to, but I had to come and be counted, didn't I?"
"What in hell do you think you're saying?" Taggart cried furiously, seeing the tension on the faces around them.
"Be careful, James. If you try to pretend that you don't understand me, I'm going to make it much clearer."
"If you think it's proper to utter such-"
"I think it's funny. There was a time when men were afraid that somebody would reveal some secret of theirs that was unknown to their fellows. Nowadays, they're afraid that somebody will name what everybody knows. Have you practical people ever thought that that's all it would take to blast your whole, big, complex structure, with all your laws and guns-just somebody naming the exact nature of what you're doing?"
"If you think it's proper to come to a celebration such as a wedding, in order to insult the host-"
"Why, James, I came here to thank you."
"To thank me?"
"Of course. You've done me a great favor-you and your boys in Washington and the boys in Santiago. Only I wonder why none of you took the trouble to inform me about it. Those directives that somebody issued here a few months ago are choking off the entire copper industry of this country. And the result is that this country suddenly has to import much larger amounts of copper. And where in the world is there any copper left-unless it's d'Anconia copper? So you see that I have good reason to be grateful."
"1 assure you I had nothing to do with it," Taggart said hastily, "and besides, the vital economic policies of this country are not determined by any considerations such as you're intimating or--"
"I know how they're