The time is ten fifteen on a Monday morning, and the place is the offices of Kitness and Company, dealers of fine jewelry - wholesale only. It's a soothing, pleasant scene before us, with the gentle clacking of the typewriter, the soothing shuffle of papers, and the subdued syllables of murmured conversation. It's a scene that George Wallaby knows only too well, since he has viewed it from his desk for the past six years, although these days that view has improved considerably, because now sitting at the desk opposite George, is a lovely young woman named Gretchen...