Duff thanked him. He tried two members of the Orange Bowl Committee without success. He phoned the people who were sponsoring the banquet and asked if they had heard anything from Eleanor. They hadn’t. The family tried some of Eleanor’s closest girl friends.
Nobody knew anything about her.
“We’re probably going bats for nothing,” Duff said. “After all, she was terribly balled up with dates. Let’s eat.”
Eight o’clock.
No sign of Eleanor. Duff called a number Higgins had given him, and a sharp voice said, “Rolfe, here.”
“My name is Allan Bogan. I live at the Yates house—”
“Right. Where you calling from?”
“There.”
“Better use another phone.”
“No. The thing is, Eleanor Yates has disappeared. I mean, she was due home over two hours ago — been missing since around four.”