One day while going through the county prison, a professor of a nearby college pauses outside one of the cells, asks one of the respectable-looking inmates what had brought him to his low estate. Peter, having talked to no one for many days, told the professor all. "One day I saw the stenographer from the office next door and she made eyes at me. I flirted back. Then she became offended. Not noticing this, I kept up the flirtation and she, in anger, told me that her fiancé, Bill Murphy, was laying for me. I shuddered when I heard this, for the more I thought of the Bill Murphys that I had known, the less I liked the idea of having one of his kind laying for me. The girl brought me flowers for my funeral and told me I was as good as dead. I became nervous and took to the back steps and fire-escapes, but it did no good; the girl dogged my steps. Finally, in desperation, I asked the boss for a vacation and got it. All went well until she saw me go after a car, then she chased me with a crowd to take me to Bill Murphy. Then Bill came, a diminutive little shrimp. I had to be separated from him by the cops. They took me to the court. The next morning I was given thirty days and here I am." All of which is plainly shown in the picture.
—Moving Picture World synopsis