His face wore a look of supreme content.
"Arrested! Ah, that is bad, Mr.Merrick.It is very bad indeed.

And it involves us--the Continental, you know--in an embarrassing manner." "Why so ?" asked Uncle John.
"Can't you see, sir ?" asked the manager, trying hard to restrain a smile.

"If the papers get hold of this affair, and state that our president--our biggest owner--the man who controls the Continental stock--is a common thief, the story will--eh--eh--put a bad crimp in our business, so to speak." Uncle John looked at the man thoughtfully.
"So Jones controls the Continental, eh ?" he said.

"How long since, Mr.
Goldstein ?" "Why, since the January meeting, a year and more ago.

It was an astonishing thing, and dramatic--believe _me_! At the annual meeting of stockholders in walks this stripling--a mere kid--proves that he holds the majority of stock, elects himself president and installs a new board of directors, turning the tired and true builders of the business out in the cold.