Publisher's Synopsis
The door marked -MRS. MCCHESNEY- was closed. T. A. Buck, president of the Buck Featherloom Petticoat Company, coming gaily down the hall, stopped before it, dismayed, as one who, with a spicy bit of news at his tongue's end, is met with rebuff before the first syllable is voiced. That closed door meant: -Busy. Keep out.- -She'll be reading a letter,- T. A. Buck told himself grimly. Then he turned the knob and entered his partner's office.
