was the hub of clandestine meetings at an Explorers Club social event. Another older lady awaited them.
“Good evening, Mr. Everheart,” she said and waved at a chair that was facing the door. “Do sit down.”
One look at the determined faces confronting him, and he knew any protest would be futile. Still... “I was just about to leave. Perhaps another time.”
“Oh, there’s no time like the present,” the lady who had first approached him said. “And I think you’ll want to hear what we have to say.”
“As we very much want to hear what you have to say,” his second escort added.
“All right.” He cautiously took his seat. “May I ask what this is about?”
“Of course you may, but first allow me to introduce myself and my friends.” The third lady smiled pleasantly as if she and her friends had not just essentially abducted him. “I am Lady Guinevere Blodgett, the wife of Sir Charles Blodgett, currently on expedition in Africa, along with the husbands of these ladies.” She nodded at the shorter woman. “This is Mrs. Persephone Fitzhew-Wellmore. Her husband is Malcomb Fitzhew-Wellmore. And this—” she gestured at his first kidnapper “—is the wife of Colonel William Higginbotham, Mrs. Ophelia Higginbotham.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ladies,” he said as politely as he could manage.
The women looked to be somewhere in their sixties, but that was nothing more than a guess. They were all trim and...well-preserved
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