The Best Man by Grace Livingston Hil
Through a strange series of adventures a young man finds himself propelled up the aisle of a church and married to a strange girl.
Cyril Gordon had been seated at his desk but ten minutes and was deep in the morning’s mail when there came an urgent message from his chief, summoning him to an immediate audience in the inner office.
The chief had keen blue eyes and shaggy eyebrows. He never wasted words; yet those words when spoken had more weight than those of most other men in Washington.
There was the briefest of good-morning gleams in his nod and glance, but he only said:
“Gordon, can you take the Pennsylvania train for New York that leaves the station in thirty-two minutes?”