The Missing Heiress

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It turned out to be the most exciting hockey game I had seen in years. The New York Rangers trailed almost from the opening face-off, eventually falling behind by three goals. Then they fought back, improbably scoring twice in the final three minutes to defeat Toronto, the team that would go on to win the Stanley Cup during that post — World War II season.

The sold-out arena erupted — everyone, that is, except Lily Rowan, who seemed to be elsewhere. As we made our way out of Madison Square Garden with the still-excited crowd and headed for a bar down the street, Lily confirmed what I had felt all evening: her mind was far from the ice rink. After we had settled into a quiet booth at the rear of the bar, I turned to her.

“My dear, you have been worlds away tonight. First at Rusterman’s, where you seemed to find little joy in the superb veal cutlets, normally a favorite of yours. Then at the game, where you are usually among the most enthusiastic fans in the Garden, you sat on your hands, despite how exciting the action on the ice was. Care to unburden yourself to your old uncle Archie?”

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