 What didn't Feetch get at the end of the story?
"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? It is built to last. It has dignity...." "Dignity," pronounced Piltdon, "is for museums. Four months, Feetch! I want it completely developed, engineered and tooled-up, ready for production. Otherwise, Feetch—" Feetch's body twitched. Four months, Feetch, no more!" A designer had to dream at his board, investigate, search, build, test, compare, discard. What had happened, to the proud dream he once had, the dream of exploring uncharted engineering regions, of unlimited time to investigate and develop? 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. "Got to be," answered Feetch tiredly. Departures, such as the thermal or motor-driven types, would be too expensive for mass production." "Four point four," announced Feetch after the last test. 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. "Well, well," said Feetch. Piltdon is a household word, but who has heard of Feetch? "Hello," said Feetch as an aproned machinist entered carrying a glistening mechanism. "Yes," said Feetch. "Dear, dear," said Feetch, regarding the piles of food on the bench. 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. "Feetch," bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. The first reorders came back, and then: "It's a sell-out!" Newspapers, magazines, radio, television and word-of-mouth spread the fame of the opener so that advertising was unnecessary. Receiving no satisfactory explanation from Piltdon, they set up their own research. Competitors found the patent impossible to circumvent, for any departure from its exact specifications nullified the effect.
 Piltdon's job
 Money to pay for his wife's medical bills  Credit for his discoveries  The job he wanted  Piltdon's job