Mr. Barrett laughed. No. 3 said, angrily, "You can't come that on me and get away with it, you damned--" "Go while the going is good, friend." H. R. spoke with the cold kindness of a man warning an objectionable inebriate. Then, when the loss of patience of a prize-fighter who, however, has not quite lost sight of the electric chair: "Get out! D'ye _hear_?" The man left. H. R. stared out of the window. They could see it was to cool off. It gave the remaining pair a great respect for him and also a resolve not to stimulate the heat verbally. At length H. R. turned to No. 1 and said, "Wolverton is your name?" "Yes," answered Wolverton. Then he added, "Sir." "Do you always get what you want?" "I get my share." "Barrett, do you get what you want?" "Always!" promptly answered Barrett. "But I've got to be sure I want it." "The more money you two wish to make the better you please me. It will give you something to brag of. In working for me you will receive your share of prosperity and the pleasure of becoming somebody." He looked as if the three of them stood in the plain sight of two and one-half millions of spectators. He went on, even more impressively, "You will now go on Fifth Avenue and graciously permit the swellest shops to employ our union sandwich-men to advertise their wares." Wolverton rose to his feet. His color also rose. "You didn't want me to waste your time, did you?" "No, but you have. Good day. Now, Barrett, listen to me. I never repeat." Mr. Wolverton opened his mouth, perceived that H. R. was not looking at him, closed his mouth and went out. He was a well-dressed man with a determined chin. If it had not been for that chin he would have been a bookkeeper. Determination minus imagination equals stubbornness. Mr. Wolverton therefore walked out unbleeding. "Barrett, do you see the possibilities?" "Do I? Didn't I see the parade? Say, I can only think when I talk. Trust _me_! Speaking of terms--" He looked at H. R., nodded amiably, and said, "After you, kind friend." "You will ask our clients five dollars per day per man, they to pay for the boards, which must be artistic and approved by me. The union label will be on them. Forty per cent. goes to the artist, forty per cent. to you, and ten per cent. to the society. Don't try Valiquet's. Tackle everybody else first. I'll be here all the afternoon. Barrett, I expect you to do your damnedest!" He rose, shook hands with young Mr. Andrew Barrett, escorted him to the door, and returned to his desk. He sat there, thinking. He intended Barrett should fail in order that when H. R. made him succeed, later, Barrett should know to whom the credit should go, though the commissions would fall into Barrett's pocket. That would make the young man really useful. The telephone people had not yet installed the apparatus in his office, so he went downstairs and called up Mr. Maximilian Onthemaker.