I grabbed hold of the vise-locking screw to keep my knees from doubling under me. It was incredible--and yet it was true. High-Pockets also had organized the proofreaders and copyholders, and they were reading in the past also, and sending us proofs in the present. If anybody ever tells you they can't get seventeen hundred galleys of type a day out of six linecasting machines--well, they just don't know High-Pockets Jones. "Of course," he said apologetically, "they'll want to be paid." I was practically hysterical by that time. "I'll see that they get overtime for every hour they put in." High-Pockets looked at me with his deep eyes. "Me, too," he said. I laughed when I thought how there were nine of him working in twelve places at once--or was it twenty-four--or maybe forty-eight. I was too dizzy by that time to figure out anything. I only knew the job was going to be delivered. The truckers were going in a steady stream through the back door. Maybe the receivers would close up the place; maybe they wouldn't. At least the job was being delivered. About four-thirty, the galleys suddenly quit coming; the job was finished. Half an hour later it was out of the shop, and I had entered it on the books. I had hardly laid down the pen when the three receivers came in. They smoked a little and talked and I held my breath while they looked at the books. I couldn't figure out what they were going to do. One of them whistled when he saw the Legal Printing Company figures. "Well," he said, "business _has_ been good." "Fair," I said modestly. The door to the shop opened and High-Pockets Jones walked in. I gulped; eight High-Pockets Joneses walked in behind him. The three receivers stared. Their eyes stuck out until it was ludicrous. But it wasn't funny; I knew something was going to happen now. By the time the last High-Pockets got in, the first receiver had seen what was going on and was trying to get out, but nine High-Pocketses in one room are a lot. For a minute it looked like a basketball game. The elder lawyer looked at me suspiciously. "Please explain this." I was too weak. "See for yourself," I said. One High-Pockets spoke to me. "Sorry, Mr. Shane. Just came in to say good-bye. Never realized--" "That's okay," I said. "You've done your part; I can't squawk." The attorney spoke up. "Mr. Shane," he said, "I think the affairs of the Imperial Printing Company are in perilous circumstances. I do not know what is the meaning of this, but certainly there is something here without precedent." And if you know lawyers, you know that anything without precedent is very unholy. I told what we had done, but he was interested in only one thing. "Think what a combined suit by these nine-er-twins here would do." "Nontuplets," suggested one High-Pockets. "Why"--the lawyer seemed to be overwhelmed by the enormity of the damages he was visualizing--"that could amount to millions."