There were six men and five girls making, with ourselves, thirteen when we came down to the terrace. Except for one man, older than the rest, they were the same people whom we had seen on our way into the house. The valet, evidently, had told us the truth; we had seen the company of the place except Helen Lacey's father.
Bane, himself managing the introductions, presented us, properly, first to the four girls who had eyed us on our way to the house. "Mrs. Donley," he called a fuzzy, over-rouged blonde with baby-blue eyes. "Miss Gessler," was a languid, green-eyed girl with long, slender limbs and thin, sensuous lips. She had a habit of smoothing her silk dress, drawing it closer to her figure. Boggs evidently was her especial admirer.
The third girl by name also was a maiden, "Miss Cleet." I never saw her again after this luncheon and there was nothing about her definitely to be remembered, except that she was feminine and young and apparently delighted a brick-red haired youth whom I was
