"You, too?" interrupted Mr. Goodchild, reproachfully but respectfully. "First the reporters and now--" The directors gasped. "You didn't--actually--talk--for--_publication_?" They stared at him incredulously. "No. But I'm thinking of giving out a carefully prepared statement--" The higher of the high financiers, with the masterfulness that made him richer every panic, assumed supreme command. He turned to the _Post_ man and said: "I'm surprised to see you here. Your paper used to be decent. Mr. Goodchild has nothing to say." "But--" protested the anguished father of Grace Goodchild. "You haven't!" declared $100,000,000. "I have nothing to say!" meekly echoed one-tenth of one hundred. The _Post_ man walked out with a distinctly editorial stride. He began to envy the yellows and their vulgar editors, as all _Post_ men must at times. Mr. Goodchild's efforts to suppress the publication of his family affairs were in vain. He unfortunately sought to argue over the telephone with the owners. The owners spoke to the editors. "It's _News_!" the editors pointed out. "It's _News_," the owners regretfully explained to the bank president. "But it's a crime against decency," said Mr. Goodchild. "You are right. It's a damned shame. But it's _News_!" said the owners, and hung up. Mr. Goodchild summoned his lawyer. The lawyer looked grave. He recognized the uselessness of trying to stop the newspapers, and realized that there would be no fat fees, even if he were otherwise successful. He tried to frighten H. R., but was referred to Max Onthemaker, Esquire. Max Onthemaker, Esquire, was in heaven. He finally had butted into polite society! From the Bowery to Wall Street! At last he was opposed by the very best. A lawyer is known by his opponents! Mr. Lindsay protested with quite unprofessional heat. It was an outrage. "_Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur_," Mr. Onthemaker solemnly reminded the leader of the corporation bar. "Also, dear Mr. Lindsay, I am ready to accept service of any paper you may see fit to honor us with. My client means to fight to the bitter end." "Yes, in the newspapers!" bitterly said the eminent Mr. Lindsay through his clenched teeth. "And with sandwiches! When we ask for bread you give us a stone. But we give you a sandwich. There's no ground for criminal action in view of the public's frame of mind toward the money power. But if you will sue us for one million dollars damages I'll name my forthcoming baby after you." Mr. Lindsay hung up with violence, mistaking the telephone-holder for Mr. Onthemaker's cranium. XIII The reporters of the conservative journals sought H. R. later in the day--simply because the reporters for the live newspapers did. The system was to blame. A daily paper may eschew vulgarity, but it must not be beaten. By using better grammar and no adjectives they intelligently show they are never sensational.