You Remember Her

From Mexico City gossips came the report that a flashy blonde who had left a trail of orange rinds and broken hearts in the cocktail bars at the Ritz and La Cucaracha had flown suddenly to Rio de Janeiro. She had tried to charter a special plane (so she must have been in a hurry). She had taken along handbags crammed with $200,000 in U.S. currency and at least $50,000 worth of jewels (so she must have connections). She had an Italian name and she had wanted to be in Rio in time for January's conference of foreign ministers (so she must be a spy or something).

These reports buzzed around for a couple of months, while special investigators, the FBI and consular agents looked up old records, passed along clues, checked two passports, one Swedish, one U.S. Last week the blonde was still in Rio, still as flashy in the nightclubs and cocktail bars as she had been in Mexico. But, pshaw, she was only old Peter Fahrney's granddaughter, Merry ("the Madcap"), from Chicago. Remember, she got married half a dozen times or so? Playboys and counts and barons--calls herself the Countess Cassini now. No more harm in her than in the cough syrup old Peter used to peddle. Made a lot of money, he did. Left that girl something like $3,000,000.

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