The Sailor and Ajax exchanged significant glances. Humorously smiling, Fred Ajax puffed his cigar. “I think your life will be a lot less strict from now on, Dennis. Your guardian has—shall we say—mellowed.” Dennis blinked behind his large glasses. “I don’t understand.” “Ol’ Cranch took the hint last Friday night,” the Sailor said. Ajax nodded. “Yes, he finally succumbed to the Sailor’s bad influence.” “Where is he?” Dennis asked. The Sailor opened the door to the outer office. “I wunnered when you boys were goin’ to let me in,” came the voice of Ellsworth Cranch. “He arrived a few minutes ago,” Ajax commented wryly. “Under his own power, amazingly enough.” Dennis gasped. Ellsworth Cranch had changed considerably. His clothing was rumpled, His bowler hat looked as if someone had punched a fist out through the crown. His pince-nez had disappeared. Around his neck hung one gaudy orange necktie, one artificial flower lei and one cardboard sign on a string, similar to those seen hanging on the walls of libation establishments, said sign reading, _Drink Galaxy Beer_. Transcriber’s note: This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe, February 1956 (Vol. 5, No. 1.). Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Obvious errors have been silently corrected in this version, but minor inconsistencies have been retained as printed.