 Why didn't Feetch show Piltdon his new invention right away?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, August 1958. "Feetch!" grated Ogden Piltdon, president of the Piltdon Opener Company, slamming the drafting board with his hairy fist, "I want results!" "But Mr. Piltdon," remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's glare, "don't you remember? "Dignity," pronounced Piltdon, "is for museums. Four months, Feetch! Otherwise, Feetch—" Feetch's body twitched. He had always wanted to devote all his time to research, but Piltdon Opener had not given him that opportunity. Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had managed somehow to design a few good things during his twenty-five years with Piltdon. They began testing, Hanson operating the openers and Feetch clocking. Twenty-five years of your life you put in with Piltdon, and he'd fire you just like that if you don't do the impossible. The Piltdon Company is built upon your designs and you get handed this deal!" Piltdon is a household word, but who has heard of Feetch? "Hello," said Feetch as an aproned machinist entered carrying a glistening mechanism. "Spinach, I think," said Feetch. Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a pencil point. "Feetch!" roared Piltdon. "Mr. Piltdon—" said Feetch shakily.
 He knew Piltdon wouldn't wait to research further
 He wanted to keep the new invention to himself  He knew Piltdon wouldn't wait to research further  He was afraid he couldn't recreate it  He wanted a raise first