Hendrik then nodded. It meant, "You have my permission to retire!" "Thank you, Mr. Rutgers," said Max, respectfully, and withdrew from the presence on tiptoe. Hendrik then beckoned to his sandwich lieutenant. "Fleming!" he said, sternly. Fleming threw up an arm defensively from force of habit--the slave's immemorial salute. Then he grinned sheepishly. Then he said, eagerly, "Yes, boss!" "I'm going to make you chief of the Meal Ticket Department, and I expect you to maintain discipline. But if I ever hear of any graft, such as accepting bonuses--" He closed his jaws and his fists. When you close both at the same time you inevitably win the debate. It is, however, difficult. "Honest, b-boss," stammered Fleming, his eyes on Hendrik's right fist. "Honest, I--" The boss's right unclenched itself. Fleming drew in a deep breath. "Get the names and addresses of all the men here--in their own writing. Ask Onthemaker for a blank-book, and when the men have signed give the book back to him. They've got to sign!" Fleming's face was pale but resigned. Signatures are lethal weapons in all industrial democracies. Ask the note-teller in any bank. But the boss had said, "_Sign!_" Kismet! "And you keep a book of your own so that when I want ten or twenty men of a certain type and appearance you will know where to find them. I hold you responsible!" Poor Fleming almost collapsed. Responsibility in a republic really means accountability. Our entire system of law, as a great psychologist has pointed out, is based upon the same confusion of definitions. Hendrik saw the fear of statutory punishment seep into his lieutenant's soul. He stopped it at exactly the right point. "Fleming," he said, kindly, "I trust you!" Fleming felt himself decorated with the Grand Cross of the Order of Unearned Food. It made him into an active citizen. "I'll get the men when you shout, boss!" he promised, proudly, realizing the meaning of the duty of a voter. However, it would never do to have your creatures think they also have the power to create. Therefore Hendrik said, "If you don't--" "I'll get 'em for you, b-boss. Honest, I will!" meekly promised Fleming, taking his place in the ranks. He was an ideal cabinet officer. Hendrik Rutgers did not _know_ men. He _guessed_ them. He thus saved himself the fatigue of thinking. Weinpusslacher swaggered by, counting his millions. He had begun to feel haughty. Hendrik stopped him by lifting his right forefinger and then smartly moving it Hendrikward. "Weinie, I guess you're famous. You give the free meal tickets to Onthemaker. And don't try to cheat!" "I never do such--" began Caspar, angrily. "You never will to me," interrupted Hendrik, making Weinie's unuttered words his own. It took away from Weinie all sense of proprietorship in his own property. This also is called genius. Such men should be tax-collectors instead of railroad bankers.