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Updated: June 29, 2025
"You're sure to catch somebody presently. They can't dodge you every time, you know." So Madame Ybanca tried again. Ahead of her the fugitives stampeded, milling about in uncertain circles, gliding past her along the walls, fleeing from one room to the other and back again singly, by pairs and threes.
Hadley-Smith, to-morrow night has no influence upon you in forming your judgments of these two young women." "I know Miss Ballister has been invited and has accepted. But I think you must be wrong when you say Madame Ybanca is also expected." "When was the last time you saw your cousin?" "The day before yesterday, I think it was, but only for a few minutes."
Whoever is caught takes her place and becomes It. "Ready go!" Standing a moment as though planning a campaign Madame Ybanca made a quick dash toward where the others were grouped the thickest. But her bells betrayed her. From before her they scattered and broke apart, stumbling, groping with outstretched hands to find the wall, jostling into one another, caroming off again, whooping with laughter.
"Madame Ybanca has on such marvellous, fascinating old jewelry to-night; I was just admiring it. Are you ready to start?" "Quite ready, if you are." Crossing to the one table in sight Miss Smith took the party-coloured cover from a big square cardboard box. Seemingly the box was filled to the top with black silk handkerchiefs; thick, heavy black handkerchiefs they were.
I was expecting that question too. As a matter of fact both of them need money. Madame Ybanca belongs to a bridge-playing set a group of men and women who play for high stakes. She has been a heavy loser and her husband, unlike many politically prominent South Americans, is not a fabulously wealthy man.
Josephine Ybanca, the wife of the famous South American diplomat, or else she is Miss Evelyn Ballister, sister of United States Senator Hector Ballister. And I am pretty sure that you must know both of them." "I do! I do! I know Miss Ballister fairly well, and I have met Madame Ybanca twice once here in New York, once at Washington.
Later in the afternoon Madame Ybanca received a telegram and sent an answer, as I have told you; a telegram inviting her to the very same party. Putting two and two together, I think I see Geltmann's hand showing. Having put two and two together, I came to New York to get in touch with you and to enlist your help." "But why me?" "Why not you? I remembered that Mrs. Hadley-Smith was related to you.
"Oh, does everybody have to be tied?" demanded Miss Vane. "No, but everybody excepting the madame must be blindfolded," stated Miss Smith. "I'll explain in just one minute when I'm done with the madame here." With fast-moving fingers she firmly drew the handkerchief about the young matron's crossed wrists. Madame Ybanca uttered a sharp little "Ouch!" "Oh, I'm so sorry," said Miss Smith.
Polk, and you, Miss Vane, and you and you and you and, oh yes, I'll take in Madame Ybanca too; she makes an even dozen. I shan't include myself, because I rather think I had better act as referee and general factotum until you learn the game." The chosen group faced her while the others pressed up in anticipation.
There were only five or six guests from out of town, and of these Mme. Josephine Ybanca, wife of the great South American diplomat, and Miss Evelyn Ballister, sister of the distinguished Western statesman, were by odds the handsomest. Of women there were more than men; there usually are more women than men in evidence at such affairs. At about ten o'clock, Mrs.
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