Master of the Game by Sidney Sheldon

“I’d like to, Eve, but I told George—”

“This is an emergency, Alex. But, of course, if you’re too busy…”

“Wait! All right. I’ll be there.”

“Thanks, darling. I knew I could count on you.”

It was so seldom that Eve asked her for a favor, she could not refuse her. She would catch a later plane to the island. She telephoned George at the office to tell him she would be detained, but he was not in. She left a message with his secretary. An hour later she took a taxi to La Guardia in time to meet the five o’clock plane from Washington. Eve was not on it. Alexandra waited for two hours, and there was still no sign of Eve. Alexandra had no idea where to reach Eve in Washington. Finally, because there was nothing else she could do, Alexandra took a plane to the island. Now as she approached Cedar Hill House, she found it dark. Surely George should have arrived by now. Alexandra went from room to room, turning on the lights.

“George?”

There was no sign of him. She telephoned her home in Manhattan. The maid answered.

“Is Mr. Mellis there?” Alexandra asked.

“Why, no, Mrs. Mellis. He said you would both be away for the weekend.”

“Thank you, Marie. He must have been detained somewhere.”

There had to be a logical reason for his absence. Obviously some business had come up at the last minute and, as usual, the partners had asked George to handle it. He would be along at any moment. She dialed Eve’s number.

“Eve!” Alexandra exclaimed. “What on earth happened to you?”

“What happened to you? I waited at Kennedy, and when you didn’t show up—”

“Kennedy! You said La Guardia.”

“No, darling, Kennedy.”

“But—” It did not matter any longer. “I’m sorry,” Alexandra said. “I must have misunderstood. Are you all right?”

Eve said, “I am now. I’ve had a hellish time. I got involved with a man who’s a big political figure in Washington. He’s insanely jealous and—” She laughed. “I can’t go into the details over the telephone. The phone company will take out both our phones. I’ll tell you all about it Monday.”

“All right,” Alexandra said. She was enormously relieved.

“Have a nice weekend,” Eve told her. “How’s George?”

“He’s not here.” Alexandra tried to keep the note of concern out of her voice. “I suppose he got tied up on business and hasn’t had a chance to call me.”

“I’m sure you’ll hear from him soon. Good night, darling.”

“Good night, Eve.”

Alexandra replaced the receiver and thought, It would be nice if Eve found someone really wonderful. Someone as good and kind as George. She looked at her watch. It was almost eleven o’clock. Surely he would have had a chance to call by now. She picked up the telephone and dialed the number of the brokerage firm. There was no answer. She telephoned his club. No, they had not seen Mr. Mellis. By midnight, Alexandra was alarmed, and by one A.M. she was in a state of panic. She was not sure what to do. It was possible that George was out with a client and could not get to a telephone, or perhaps he had had to fly somewhere and had not been able to reach her before he left. There was some simple explanation. If she called the police and George walked in, she would feel like a fool.

At 2:00 A.M. she telephoned the police. There was no police force on the island of Islesboro itself, and the closest station was in Waldo County.

A sleepy voice said, “Waldo County Sheriff’s Department. Sergeant Lambert.”

“This is Mrs. George Mellis at Cedar Hill House.”

“Yes, Mrs. Mellis.” The voice was instantly alert. “What can I do for you?”

“To tell you the truth, I’m not sure,” Alexandra said hesitantly. “My husband was supposed to have met me at the house earlier this evening, and he—he hasn’t shown up.”

“I see.” There were all kinds of implications in that phrase. The sergeant knew at least three reasons why a husband could be away from home at two A.M. in the morning: blondes, brunets and redheads.