Thrilled by his discovery, Hendrik called Max Onthemaker to one side and, with the air of a man risking one hundred and two millions of cash, said to him: "I have decided to make you chief counsel of my society. Your services will entitle you to represent me." Never had man been so lavishly overpaid for breathing since the dawn of historical time. Hendrik went on, still imperial in bounty: "I have in mind some great things. Every one of them will be worth as much space as the newspapers will give to this dinner. Do you see your chance?" "I can't live on newspaper articles," began Max, elated but dissembling. "You can die without them. Chronic obscurity; acute starvation," said Hendrik Rutgers in his clinical voice. "I not only do not propose to pay you a cent, but I expect you to pay all necessary expenses out of your privy purse without a murmur--unless said murmur is intended to express your legal opinion and your gratitude. I shall give you an opportunity to represent my society"--you would have sworn he was saying _my regiment_--"in actions involving the most famous names in America." "For instance?" asked M. Onthemaker, trying to speak skeptically, that his eagerness might not show too plainly. Hendrik Rutgers named six of the mightiest. "You're on, Mr. Rutgers," said Max, enthusiastically. "Now, I think--" "Wait!" interrupted Hendrik, coldly. "Never forget that I am not your press agent. You are mine." "There will be glory enough to go around," said Max Onthemaker in his police-court voice. "When do we begin?" "To-morrow." "Yes, sir. And now--" "My _now_ is your _when_! Your job is to find the legal way of helping the Cause." "I will!" promised Onthemaker, heartfully. The Cause would be his Cause. He'd fix it so they couldn't leave out his name. But Hendrik saw the gleam in the lawyer's eye. That's the worst of all thoughts of self. They invariably are undisguisable. "The Cause, Onthemaker," said Hendrik, sternly, "is the cause of the Society of American Sandwich Artists. We are not associated to make money for ourselves, but for our employers. This is revolutionary. Moreover, we are not working-men, but artists. Therefore our men not only love their work, but are law-abiding. This will make the employers helpless to retaliate. We shall never do anything without invoking the aid of the law, for I believe that the law will help the poor not less than the rich if properly--" "Advertised," prompted Max. "I get you. In the forum of the people's liberties--the daily papers--is the place to try--" Hendrik held up a hand. He had chosen the right lawyer. The interpretation of the law depends exclusively upon the tone of voice. All reporters are trained to be judges of elocution. They have to be, in republics. "To-morrow--" Here Hendrik paused. Max's face paled slightly as he waited. What was coming? Hendrik finished: "_I shall telephone to you!_" Max drew in his breath sharply.