No... no ... you don't understand, Jack." "Take the day off, Pierre," Jack said. But Pierre has gone limping down the street. Pierre walked to the comer and stepped into the street. There was a warning shout from the driver of a big truck. There was the screech of rubber tires as the truck tried to stop. But Pierre... Pierre heard nothing. Five minutes later a doctor said, "He's dead... killed instantly." "I couldn't help it," the truck driver said, "He walked in front of my truck. He ... he never saw it, I guess. Why, he walked as though he were blind." The doctor bent down. "Blind? Of course the man was blind. See those growths? This man has been blind for five years." He turned to Jack, "You say he worked for you? Didn't you know he was blind?" "No ... no .. ." Jack said softly. "None of us knew. Only one... only one knew--a friend of his, named Joseph ... It was... it was a secret, I think, just between those two.