Tonight after dinner, Ben Calvert had gone into the study of his big house on Eleventh Street. Seating himself in his favorite leather armchair, Ben began reading with great concentration. A little while later, his wife Jessie appeared. She wore a thin, summer dress which showed off the trim lines of her still youthful figure. Her hair was arranged becomingly, and if Ben had been in the mood to notice, he might well have told himself that he had a remarkably attractive wife...