and important territory for the first time in his business
career.

The South American boat sailed Saturday afternoon. Saturday
morning found the two partners deep in one of those condensed,
last-minute discussions. Mrs. McChesney opened a desk drawer,
took out a leather-covered pocket notebook, and handed it to
Buck. A tiny smile quivered about her lips. Buck took it,
mystified.

"Your last diary?"

"Something much more important. I call it `The Salesman's
Who's Who.' Read it as you ought your Bible."

"But what?" Buck turned the pages wonderingly. He glanced at
a paragraph, frowned, read it aloud, slowly.


"Des Moines, Iowa, Klein & Company. Miss Ella Sweeney, skirt
buyer. Old girl. Skittish. Wants to be entertained. Take her
to dinner and the theater."


He looked up, dazed. "Good Lord, what is this? A joke?"

"Wait until you see Ella; you won't think it's a joke. She'll
buy only your smoothest numbers, ask sixty days' dating, and
expect you to entertain her as you would your rich aunt."