Publisher's Synopsis
-I don't like 'em, - said the assistant secretary; -but sometimes you got to hand it to 'em.- -Yes, - I growled, -and there's nothing I'd enjoy more than handing it to them!- And then the telephone-bell rang. The assistant secretary answered, and as I watched him, I saw his jaw drop and his face go white. -My God!- he exclaimed as he hung up the receiver as one in a trance. -It can't be!- -What?- I asked. -Mr. Tyler is dead, - he answered in a dull voice. -He died at sea, suddenly, yesterday.- The next ten days were occupied in burying Mr. Bowen J. Tyler, Sr., and arranging plans for the succor of his son. Mr. Tom Billings, the late Mr. Tyler's secretary, did it all. He is force, energy, initiative and good judgment combined and personified. I never have beheld a more dynamic young man.
