"Leave him alone," said Arden sagely. "He's good as he is. To make him similar to you would be to spoil a good man. He'd then be neither fish, flesh, nor fowl. He doesn't think as you do, but instead proceeds in a straight line from remote possibility to foregone conclusion. Anything that gets needed en route is used, or gadgeteered and forgotten. That's where you come in, fellows. Inspect his by-products. They may be darned useful."
"O.K. Anybody care for a drink?"
"Yup. All of us," said Arden.
"Don, how did you rate such a good-looking wife?"
"I hired her," grinned Channing. "She used to make all my stenographic mistakes, remember?"
"And gave up numerous small errors for one large one? Uh-huh. I recall. Some luck."
"It was my charm."
"Baloney. Arden, tell the truth. Didn't he threaten you with something terrible if you didn't marry him?"
"You tell him," grinned Channing. "I've got work to do."