of my hunches. But for ten years I sold Featherlooms through
the same territory that Ed Meyers was covering for the Sans-Silk
Skirt people. It didn't take me ten years to learn that Fat Ed
hadn't the decency to be ashamed of any deal he turned, no matter
how raw. And let me tell you, T. A.: If he dodged when he saw
you it wasn't because he was ashamed of having played us
low-down. He was contemplating playing lower-down. Of course, I
may be----"

She picked up the receiver in answer to the bell. Then, sweetly,
her calm eyes smiling into Buck's puzzled ones:

"Hello! Is this Mr. Meyers' tailor? I'm to ask if you are sure
that the grade he selected is the proper weight for the tropics.
What? Oh, you say you assured him it was the weight of flannel
you always advise for South America. And you said they'd be
ready when? Next week? Thank you."

She hung up the receiver. The pupils of her eyes were dilated.
Her cheeks were very pink as always under excitement. She stood
up, her breath coming rather quickly.

"Hurray for the hunch! It holds. Fat Ed Meyers is going down
to South America for the Sans-Silk Company. It's what I've been
planning to do for the last six months. You remember I spoke of
it. You pooh-poohed the idea. It means hundreds of thousands of
dollars to the Sans-Silk people if they get it. But they won't
get it."

T. A. Buck stood up suddenly.