The Heat That Measures Nothing

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The telegram arrived at four minutes past noon on a Thursday in October, and Cornelius Van Rensselaer did not open it for two hours. He could have opened it. He had three clerks within shouting distance whose entire function was opening telegrams. But he let it sit on the corner of his rosewood desk like a loaded derringer in a play, waiting for the second act. He was fifty-four years old and...

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