“It won’t work.” I smiled amiably at Paul. “Your only hold over the Establishment is legal. You are the vice president of the corporation and now, at least for the interim, you’re in charge. Fine. But since you’ve become so devoted to the letter of the law you can’t act without consulting your directors and two of them will be in Dallas, reorganizing.” He cursed me for some minutes: then abruptly he stopped. “You won’t go to Dallas. You’re going to be here for the directors’ meeting which cuts off every Resident who attends that circus without a penny. We own the damned Centers; we can appoint whom we like. You’re going to help ratify my new appointments.” I pressed the buzzer in my chair: a secretary came in. I told her to get me a reservation on the next plane to Dallas; then, before she had closed the door behind her, I was halfway through it. I turned to look back at Paul who stood now quite alone in the office. “You had better come too,” I said. “It’s all over.” 3 The new Establishment was many months in the making. The Council of seven hundred Residents from all parts of the world sat in general session once a week and in various committees the rest of the time. Iris was everywhere at once, advising, encouraging, proposing. We had adjoining suites in the huge white marble Center which had now become (and was to remain) the capitol of the Cavite Establishment. The Residents were an extraordinary crew, ranging from zealous maniacs to urbane, thoughtful men. None had been in the least disturbed by Paul’s threats and with Iris and myself as chief stockholders (Clarissa had turned her voting shares over to Iris, I discovered), we dissolved the old company and a new organization was fashioned, one governed by the Council of Residents who, in turn, chose an heir to Cave and an administrative assistant to direct the affairs of the Establishment. Iris was unanimously appointed Guardian of Cavesword while the Chief Resident of Dallas undertook Paul’s old administrative duties. From a constitutional point of view the Council was in perfect agreement, accepting Iris’s guidance without demur. I, myself, was something of a hero for having committed the _Journal_ at a crucial moment to the Dallas synod. I was made an honorary Resident (Dubuque, Iowa, was given me as a titular Center) and appointed to the Executive Committee which was composed of Iris, Dallas, two elected Residents and myself. We worked harmoniously for some weeks. Each day we would issue bulletins to the news-services which had congregated in the city, reporting our progress zealously, devotedly. Paul arrived in the second week. He came secretly and unannounced. I have no idea what it was that he said to Iris or what she said to him; all I know is that a few hours after their meeting in the Center, he took Cavesway of his own free will and to my astonishment.