ted Wilbur to fall into his usual fit of trembling he was
disappointed. Wilbur was staring at him.

"Your eye!" Wilbur gasped. Pete's left eye was swollen half shut and had
a blue ring around it.

"He walked into the door," Miss Burnett said. "Honest."

Wilbur smiled at her. She was a very pretty girl. Too pretty to be
working for a wolf like Pete Bellows. Wilbur had a notion to tell her
so.

"I said you're late, Mook," Pete told him ominously.

"So what?" Wilbur asked quietly. "If you don't like it you can fire me.
In fact, considering that you find so much fault with my work I'm
surprised you haven't discharged me long ago. But I'll save you the
trouble. I quit."

Pete was staring at him as though Wilbur had gone mad. Maybe he had,
Wilbur thought. Maybe Pete was going to get sore and punch him in the
nose. It didn't seem to matter.

"Not only that," Wilbur added. "I'm going into business for myself. How
would you like to work for me, Miss Burnett?"

"I think I'd like that just fine," she said. She took her purse out of a
drawer in her desk and got her coat and put it on.

Pete Bellows was a stricken man. For once he had nothing to say. His
mouth dropped open and he leaned against his desk. "W-wait a minute,
Wilbur, old pal," he managed to gasp finally.

"Goodbye," was all Wilbur had to say. He held the door open carefully
for Miss Burnett, then shut it behind them as carefully.

Wilbur knew that he was outwardly calm. Inside, he was filled with
amazement at himself. Never had he thought to see the day when he would
stand up to Pete Bellows. Now he had not only done it, he had got away
with it! He took Miss Burnett's elbow. She was looking at him rather
queerly, he thought.

"What's the matter?"

"I just noticed the strangest thing about you," she said. "You're the
first person I've ever seen who had different colored eyes!"

Wilbur gasped. His knees felt weak, and out of the past he heard a
creaky voice say, "... I can't tell them apart." Now he understood that
_Arthur's_ right eye had been the last ingredient in the _Elixir of
Fortitude_!

Wilbur smiled. There was nothing to be angry about. He certainly hadn't
got the worst of the bargain! His shoulders were squared as he helped
Miss Burnett into the elevator car.

"Let's go, Jean," Wilbur said.

[Transcriber's Corrections

Changed "widow" to "window" (A fat grey cat sunned itself on the
window ledge)

Removed extra "and" (