The agent of the Allied Arts Building requested H. R. to vacate. He requested it three times an hour, from nine to six. "The other tenants object to your sandwiches," the agent explained to H. R. "Let 'em move out. We'll take the whole building--at a fair concession. "Move out yourself!" shrieked the agent. "See our lawyer," said H. R., and turned his back on the agent. The agent called on Mr. Onthemaker. "Fifty thousand dollars!" said Max. The agent fled, holding his watch in place. In the mean time the treasury of the society was growing apace. H. R. transferred his account. He now deposited the funds with the National Bank of the Avenue. The president, Mr. Wyman, told Mr. Goodchild about it. Mr. Goodchild, who had turned red as H. R.'s name was mentioned by a highly esteemed colleague, looked thoughtful--he might have had the account. XIV In the very hour of his great success H. R. suddenly was thus confronted by the greatest menace to a political career--wealth! In one morning's mail he received three hundred and eighty-four offers to become the advertising Napoleon of national concerns; no limit to the advertising appropriations. He added up the aggregate offers of salary and maximum commissions. His income, if he accepted all the offers, would amount to $614,500 per annum. So great is the danger and so widely recognized is it that nobody is worthy of respect until he is threatened by wealth with wealth. Should H. R. accept greatness to-day and let to-morrow bring the littleness? He did not reply to his correspondents. He thus went up in their estimation. To refuse to take money is something. To refuse even to refuse it is everything! He prepared a memorandum containing all the offers he had received, with the sum total of same, and sent the originals of the letters and telegrams to Mr. Goodchild. His only comment, in careless lead-pencil, was what it should be: "_Not enough!_" He knew Mr. Goodchild would speak about it. How could Mr. Goodchild help it? Didn't $614,500 begin with a $? But H. R. did not think of what he had not done, not even of what he had done, but of what he would do. Doers of deeds always think that way. To them yesterday is as dead as Cæsar. To-day is settled. To-morrow alone is greater opportunity! He therefore thought of himself. That made him think of Grace. He had no illusions about himself, but, what was far more intelligent, he had none about anybody else. He was aware that already the world was divided in their opinion of him. To some he was a humbug, to others a crank; to some a genius, to a few a dangerous demagogue. People respect what they fear. Fear always puts humanity in the attitude of a rat in a corner. That is why people with a passion for making money naturally think of corners. To make millions of men follow is to make millions of dollars shake.