"Onthemaker?... This is H. R. speaking.... Of course I saw the papers.... Yes, all of them. Come up to my office. At once!... I can't help it; I need you--this means the front page again. If you don't want the job.... I thought you would! Remember, I'm waiting. Do you hear me? _Waiting!_" The greatest stroke of political genius on the part of Louis XIV. was his rebuke: "I almost have been made to wait!" What, wait?--H. R.? If it had not been that taxicabs cost actual money, M. Onthemaker would have taken one. But he knew he soon would have one of his own--if the newspapers did their share. Before Max could decide whether he ought to say good morning to H. R. in a sulky tone of voice at being called from an important conference, or smile pleasantly, H. R. said: "Onthemaker, I am going to advertise a shop without permission and without pay." "Another restaurant, like--" "Like nothing. Don't interrupt again, not even to approve. I am going to have Valiquet's, the jewelers, brought to the notice of Fifth Avenue through the medium of our sandwich-men. I anticipate objections. The statute clearly says we must not use a person's name for purposes of trade without his consent. But I'm not going to use the name of a person, but of a corporation, _for its own trade and profit_. There is no law that can prevent me from putting money into a corporation's treasury--" "A commission of lunacy--" "Be quiet. They can't stop me legally, if you are our counsel." Max bowed, opened his mouth, and promptly closed it when he saw H. R.'s face. "They might try to get out an injunction, but you must beat them to it. They will probably try to get the police to stop us by alleging breach of the peace, disorderly conduct, or some violation of a city ordinance. I want you to prepare in advance restraining orders or applications for injunctions or whatever is needed to prevent interference with us. You are the counsel of the Society of American Sandwich Artists. Prepare papers also in the names of individual members. The poor sandwich artist, working for a mere pittance, without money to pay his able but charitable and indignant counsel, will fight the richest jewelry-shop in the world. The pearl showcase alone would feed one hundred and eighty-six thousand, four hundred and fifty-one men one week. Do you get that?" "Do I?" Max Onthemaker, able and indignant, was rushing to embrace H. R., on whose face he saw ten thousand front-page head-lines, when H. R. said, coldly: "Sit down. This is only the beginning." Max sat down. He felt very much more like kneeling in adoration before this god of success. "Yes, sir," he murmured, prayerfully, and looked with his very soul. "Be ready with the papers for the papers."