The two men knocked on the door of the lighthouse until its occupant opened the door. “How can I help…” asked Sir Emerson, trailing off as he recognised the grizzled face of Mr. Barnes, the delivery man who brought him his new clock.
“Sir, we are here for the clock.”
Emerson began to protest when the looming figure of Noble pushed past him into the entryway. “But… I… But…”
Barnes looked at him and explained that there had been a calculation error and that he was, unfortunately, not the proper recipient of the award. If it were up to him he would let the error stand, as this meant extra work for him as well, but the lawyers at Howe, Watt, & Idunnow threatened a slew of legal tactics and diversions if the order wasn’t carried out immediately. Emerson hardly paid attention to the large silent man hoisting the clock onto his back and carrying it out as he began a long-winded (and probably over-exaggerated) rant against lawyers.