Perhaps this will refresh your memory. The District Attorney suddenly thrust a heavy automatic at the quiet figure on the witness stand. Have you ever seen this before? Water Mitty took the gun and examined it expertly. This is my Webley-Vickers 50.80,' he said calmly. An excited buzz ran around the courtroom. The judge rapped for order. You are a crack shot with any sort of firearms, I believe?' said the District Attorney, insinuatingly. Objection!' shouted Mitty's attorney. "We have shown that the defendant could not have fired the shot. We have shown that he wore his right arm in sing on the night of the fourteenth of July. Walter a Mitty raised his hand briefly and the bickering attorneys were stilled. With any known make of gun,' he said evenly, could have killed Gregory Fitzhurstatthree hundred feet with my left hand. Pandemonium broke loose in the courtroom. A woman's scream rose above the bedlam and suddenly a lovely, dark-haired girl was in Walter Mitty's arms. The Dis- trict Attorney struck at her savagely. Without rising from his chair, Mitty let the man have it on the point of the chin. You miserable cur!.. Puppy biscuit,' said Walter Mitty. He stopped walk- ing and the buildings of Waterbury rose up out of the misty courtroom and surrounded him again. A woman who was passing laughed. He said "Puppy biscuit'',' she said to her companion. That man said "Puppy biscuit" to himself Walter Mitty hurried on. He went into an A. & P, not the first one he came to but a smaller one farther up the street. "I want some biscuit for small, young dogs, he said to the