"We understand perfectly," said the _American_. "We certainly do!" and wrote what Mrs. Vandergilt had said and what she was wearing. It would be a text for one of Arthur Migraine's editorial sermons, proving that millionaires, instead of being blown into ATOMS, should be freely permitted to give MONEY for starving men to convert into FOOD. In fact, NATURE wisely provided that millionaires should have MONEY to give away. The more the POOR received the LESS the millionaire would take to the USELESS GRAVE. Mr. MacAckus, greatly perturbed by this deviation from the norm, rushed to the president's office to tell him Mrs. Vandergilt's opinion. Before he could speak, Mr. Wilberforce Josslyn said: "Did you stop 'em?" "No, sir. Let me explain. Mrs. Vandergilt just came in and--" "I sent word to have 'em stopped!" said Mr. Josslyn, frowning. "Let me explain, Mr. Josslyn--" Disobedience cannot be explained away. Discipline must be enforced. It is better to blunder under orders than to prevent disorganization from interfering with dividends. The obvious advantage that a corporation president has over his subordinates is that he does not have to be hampered by petty details. "Stop 'em!" he said, coldly. "Mrs. Vandergilt said--" "And Mr. Josslyn said stop 'em!" He turned his back on MacAckus, who thereupon rushed downstairs, frowning angrily. He'd stop 'em. He walked out into the Avenue. It was blocked. He tried to elbow his way through the intelligent femininity and was nearly run in by a traffic policeman. The women refused to budge--the sandwiches were coming. And would you believe it? As the shining top-hats drew near, the crowd actually divided itself, Red-Sea-wise, to let H. R.'s chosen people pass safely. Mr. MacAckus did not faint, because he was too angry. He stepped in front of the four obvious gentlemen and held up a hand. He could not speak. But the four, who had been elevated to imperial dignity by New York, moved on so majestically that Mr. MacAckus began to retreat before them, waving his hand frantically. He stepped backward, keeping time to their steps, his hand moving up and down in his wrath. It looked for all the world like a band-master indicating to his artists just how to play it. Backward he stepped; onward they marched; until speech returned to him: "Stop! _Stop! STOP!_" They did not hear him. He called to a policeman, "Stop 'em!" H. R. had won! The officer ran up. He was a policeman. He therefore said, "What's the matter?" "These men have no right to use our name. We did not authorize them. We wish them stopped from using our firm's name for--er--advertising purposes. It's against the law. I'll make a complaint against them. Stop 'em!" Max Onthemaker came forward, his face pale with determination. Four reporters trailed along.