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window, and walked away a little. Then I engaged Mr. White in conversation. Mr. Doak said,” I'll have to telephone.” He telephoned. I went out in the outer office and talked to the two men out there and talked to the stenographer out there. I said, “Do you think you could take a few letters for me? Mr. Doak's going out to lunch and I don't lunch.” Miss Jay was around, but I wasn't going to give her letters there. She didn't have a typewriter there. She didn't have a desk. Everything was occupied by these minions of Mr. Doak. They didn't know what Miss Jay was. For all they knew she was my friend and that was that. She soon let them know that she had been my secretary and probably would be again. I wanted to let them all know that Mr. Doak was going out to lunch and wasn't coming back. That was my way of doing it.

So the young stenographer came in. He was a nice young man. I gave him some perfectly formal letters. There were any quantity of things to answer and I gave him quite a bit of work. I sat down at Mr. Doak's desk after he had gone. While he was getting ready to go. I circulated around the outer office. I talked to the two men who were out there, tried to find out what they did and how they did it. They both said, “Of course, you understand that our resignations are already in and all prepared.”