"I ain't any more of a swindler than you be!" said Doc with plaintive indignation. "What do you wish to do, Mr. Barrows?" asked Mr. Tutt, turning to him deferentially. "I leave it entirely to you, Mr. Tutt. It's your stock; I gave it all to you months ago." "Then," answered Mr. Tutt with fine scorn, "I shall tell this miserable cheating rogue and rascal either to pay you a hundred thousand dollars or go to hell." Mr. Tobias Greenbaum clenched his fists and cast a black glance upon the group. "You can wreck this corporation if you choose, you bunch of dirty blackmailers, but you'll get not a cent more than ten thousand. For the last time, will you take it or not?" Mr. Tutt rose and pointed toward the door. "Kindly remove yourself before I call the police," he said coldly. "I advise the firm of Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck to retain criminal counsel. Your ten thousand may come in handy for that purpose." Mr. Tobias Greenbaum went. "And now, Miss Wiggin, how about a cup of tea?" said Mr. Tutt. The firm of Tutt & Tutt claimed to be the only law firm in the city of New York which still maintained the historic English custom of having tea at five o'clock. Whether the claim had any foundation or not the tea was none the less an institution, undoubtedly generating a friendly, sociable atmosphere throughout the office; and now Willie pulled aside the screen in the corner and disclosed the gate-leg table over which Miss Wiggin exercised her daily prerogative. Soon the room was filled with the comfortable odor of Pekoe, of muffins toasted upon an electric heater, of cigarettes and stogies. Yet there was, and had been ever since their conversation about the hat, a certain restraint between Miss Wiggin and Mr. Tutt, rising presumably out of her suggestion that his course savored of blackmail, however justified it had afterward turned out to be. "My, isn't this nice!" murmured Doc, trying unsuccessfully to eat a muffin, drink his tea and do justice to a stogy at the same time. "It's so homy now, isn't it?" "Doc," answered Mr. Tutt, "did you really want that ten thousand?" "Me?" repeated Doc vaguely. "Why, I told you I gave that stock to you long ago. It isn't mine any longer. Besides, I don't want any money. I'm perfectly happy as I am." Mr. Tutt laughed genially. "Oh, well," he said, "it's no matter who owns it. Elderberry just telephoned me that he had received a telegram from the Amphalula that the vein had definitely run out. It's all over--including the shouting." "Elderberry telephone you?" queried Miss Wiggin in astonishment. "Yes, Elderberry. You see, he's done, he says, with Scherer, Hunn, Greenbaum & Beck. Wants to turn state's evidence and put 'em all in jail. I've said I'd help him." "Then why didn't you take the ten thousand and call it quits while the getting was good?" demanded his partner icily.