There was no reservation in her greeting. Whatever lingering doubts of me her mind had held, they had all melted away in the fire of that last journey that had ended the struggle for the life of the boy. As we talked over the events of the month, I found nothing left of the silent opposition with which she had watched my growing friendship with the daughter of the house. At last she cried: “Oh, I had almost forgotten. Mr. Knapp wishes to see you in his room before you go.” “I am at his service,” I said, and went at once to the den of the Wolf. “Ah, Wilton, I find you're not Wilton,” he growled amiably. The loss of his brother had not affected his spirits. “Quite true,” I said. “You needn't explain,” he said. “The women folks say it's all right, though I don't quite understand it myself.” “I can tell you the story,” I said. “I don't want to hear it,” he growled. “I've tried you, and that's enough for me.” I murmured my appreciation and thanks for his good opinion. The Wolf waved his hand as a disposal of all acknowledgments, and growled again: “Have you any engagements that would keep you from taking the place of president of the Omega Company?” I fell back on the chair, speechless. “There'll be a good salary,” he continued. “Well, of course, you needn't be in a hurry to accept. Take a day to think over it if you like.” The Wolf actually smiled. “Oh, I don't need any time,” I gasped. “I'll take it now.” “Well, you'll have to wait till the directors meet,” he said. I gave him my hearty thanks for the unlooked-for favor. “To tell you the truth,” he said, “it was the doing of the women folks.” My heart gave a leap at the announcement, for it carried a great deal more with it than Doddridge Knapp knew. “I am a thousand times obliged to you--and the ladies,” I said. “Well, I wasn't unwilling,” he said indulgently. “In fact, I intended to do something handsome for you. But there's one condition I must make.” I looked my inquiry. “You must not speculate. You haven't got the head for it.” “Thank you,” I said. “I'll keep out, except under your orders.” “Right,” he said. “You've the best head for carrying out orders I ever found.” The King of the Street waved me good night, and I went back to the parlor. Luella was sitting where I had left her, and no one else was about. She was looking demurely down and did not glance up till I was beside her. “I have won a double prize,” I said. “I am the president of Omega.” And I stooped and kissed her. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Blindfolded, by Earle Ashley Walcott