"It's young Vandergilt!" asserted the fickle one who had thought McGinnis was fine-looking. Before the traffic squad could dismount, H. R. jumped down from his horse, threw the reins to one of the mounted officers, said, "Look after him!" so decisively that no remonstrance was possible, approached the group, and said, "I'm Mr. Rutgers!" Fifth Avenue was impassable now. "_Who_ is it?" asked ten thousand who had been asking, "_What_ is it?" Those who had heard proudly repeated the name to those who had not. Within forty seconds, as far as Thirty-fourth Street, intelligent New-Yorkers were saying, "It's Mr. Rutgers!" Officer McGinnis touched his white-gloved hand to his cap. "That's Hendrik Rutgers!" explained Max Onthemaker to the reporters. H. R. looked Mr. MacAckus in the eye and said, with patrician frigidity: "If you think you have any ground for a civil action, go ahead. My office is in the Allied Arts Building. I'll accept service in person or through my counsel here." A murmur went up: these were law-abiding men. They therefore must be not only right, but mighty sure of it. All the lieutenant dared say, when he saw the representative of business and the representative of the leisure class was: "Gentlemen, I'm afraid you're blocking traffic. Perhaps, if you went inside--" "Follow me!" said H. R. to his men, and he led them into Thirty-seventh Street. He halted fifty feet from the corner. Mr. MacAckus had followed and unlimbered his heavy artillery. "This infernal outrage--" H. R. lost all patience. He said to the mounted lieutenant, "Take us to the magistrate!" To Max Onthemaker he whispered, "Got the papers with you?" "And the reporters, too," answered the able counsel with much pride, as though the reporters were his own private property loaned to the cause for the occasion without charge. Seeing that the police made no move, H. R. said, determinedly: "I insist upon going before the magistrate. You can report it at the station later and save us time." This made the police officer hesitate. It always does. It works on the principle of treating your opponent as if he were a taxicabby who has overcharged. "I guess that's the best way," said the lieutenant. "Thank you, Inspector. Will you kindly tell one of your men to bring my mount along? Thank you!" said H. R. Politeness pays. By saying "thank you" in advance of the service no gentleman can refuse. At the Magistrate's Court the session was short and sweet. Mr. Onthemaker looked eloquent. The clerk who had typewritten the restraining orders whispered, "It's No. 5!" and his chief picked it out of the seventeen without hesitation. Everybody was impressed by the obvious efficiency. Efficiency must never be hidden. The argument prepared by Mr. Onthemaker was one of the best his Honor had ever heard. He needed it for his own fall campaign. It certainly read well. He even read it in print--in advance.