"Macnooder is now at work on the books," said Dink. "We expect him over at any time." But when at eight o'clock that evening no word had been received from the president, the Third Triumvirate held a meeting and sent the Tennessee Shad over to the Dickinson, with orders to return only with the bullion, for which purpose he was equipped with a small, black satchel. Just before lights the Tennessee Shad's dragging step was heard returning. "I don't like the sound," said Dink, listening. "He always shuffles his feet," said Dennis, clinging to hope. The door opened and the Tennessee Shad, carrying the black satchel, solemnly entered. Dink flung himself on the bag, wrenched it open and let it drop, exclaiming: "Nothing!" "Nothing?" said Dennis, rising. "Nothing," said the Tennessee Shad, sitting down. "But the profits?" "The profits," said the Tennessee Shad, pointing sarcastically to the bag, "are in there." "Do you mean to say----" began Dink and stopped. "I mean to say that the Third Triumvirate Manufacturing Company is insolvent, bankrupt, busted, up the spout." "But then, who's got the coin?" "Doc Macnooder," said the Tennessee Shad, "and it's all legal." "Legal?" "All legal. It's this way. Our profits depended upon the price we paid for alarm clocks. See? Well, when Doc Macnooder, as president of the Third Triumvirate Manufacturing Company looked around for clocks, he found that Doc Macnooder, as president of the Eureka Purchasing Company, had cornered the market and could dictate the price." "So that?" said Stover indignantly. "So that each clock was charged up to us at a rate ranging from one dollar and forty cents to one dollar and fifty." "By what right?" said Dennis. "It's what is called a subsidiary company," said the Tennessee Shad. "It's quite popular nowadays." "But where's the stock we subscribed?" said Dennis, thinking of his one dollar and fifty cents. "We get that back?" "No." "What!" said the two in unison. "It's this way. Owing to executive interference, the Third Triumvirate Manufacturing Company is liable to the Eureka Purchasing Company for ten alarm clocks, which it has ordered and can't use." "But then, out of the whole, blooming mess," said Dennis, quite overcome, "where do I stand?" The Tennessee Shad unfolded a paper and read: "You owe the Eureka, as your share of the assessment, two dollars and forty cents." "Owe!" said Finnegan with a scream. "Just let him come," said Dink, doubling up his fists. "Let him come and assess us!" The three sat in long silence. Finally the Tennessee Shad spoke: "I am afraid Doc was sore because we tried to freeze him out at first. It was a mistake." No one noticed this. "Great Willie Keeler!" said Dennis suddenly. "If this thing had been a success we'd have been ruined!" "But what right," said Dink, unwilling to give up the fight, "had he to pay the Eureka such prices. Who authorized him?"