Arthur started leaning over the bar to get a good look at the bartender's feet. "Did she ever get her shoe back?" he asked, scrambling — with the length of women's skirts (although this one was wearing a bloomer suit) it was hard for him to tell. He was half-craned over the bar now, ready to pull back swiftly if the barkeep started looking at him and contemplating violence.

"When they hit each other let me know so I can look at that instead," he added, from his odd position.