The train bound for Chicago pulled out of the station in Wakefield. Bill Mead watched through the glass until the figure of his fiance, Peggy Douglas, became a tiny black dot on the lighted platform. Then, he turned to the business of getting Aunt Mary settled. The luggage was stowed away, and Aunt Mary's coat was neatly folded, and the problem of whether to go into the dining car for a cup of coffee was settled by a decision to wait for a while...