Hotel Vendome

“Heloise,” he said quietly, wondering what she had in mind, an autograph perhaps.

Eva Adams laughed. “Like Eloise at the Plaza?”

“No.” He returned the smile. She seemed very human and very kind, and all of the employees who had dealt with her had said as much to him. She was a very nice woman and had caused no problem at the hotel. “Heloise with an H. She’s named for my great-grandmother, and she was born before I bought the hotel. But now she is Heloise at the Vendome.”

“How sweet. I’d like to meet her before I leave so I can thank her myself.”

“She’d like that very much, and she’s going to be very happy you got your bracelet back. She was concerned about it. We all were. It’s beautiful and obviously a very special piece.”

“It’s Van Cleef, and I was very upset when I thought I’d lost it. Heloise is pretty terrific to have found it. I’d like to see her before we go back to L.A. tomorrow, if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll be happy to arrange it,” he said discreetly, and left the room a few minutes later. He told Heloise about it that afternoon, and that Miss Adams wanted to see her the next day. Heloise was thrilled to hear it, and ran to find Ernesta to tell her the news that the bracelet had been claimed. The maid already had the check by then and was delighted with the reward.

“I should give it to you,” Ernesta said fairly, but Heloise smiled and shook her head.

“Papa wouldn’t let me have it. I’m not allowed to take money from the guests, except from Mrs. Van Damme for walking Julius. He made an exception for that. So you get to keep the reward.”

Ernesta had a thousand uses for it and was smiling broadly as she went back to work turning down the rooms. Miss Adams and her entourage were out, or she would have thanked her herself. Instead she left a note on her pillow with an extra box of chocolates.

And the next morning Hugues reminded Heloise that she had to put on a nice dress and her party shoes because Miss Adams wanted to meet her to thank her before she checked out. And checkout was at one P.M.

Eva Adams called Hugues in his office at noon and asked him if he would bring Heloise to her suite. He called Heloise in their apartment and told her to get ready, and she was when he got there. She was wearing a pale blue smocked dress that she had worn several times to weddings and her Mary Janes with short white socks. She looked very pretty, and she had put a ribbon in her hair, and was excited to meet the movie star again.

Eva Adams opened the door to them herself and greeted Heloise with a broad smile and bent down to kiss her, with a quick glance at her father over her head. Heloise blushed nearly the color of her hair and looked at her in open adoration.

“You are one terrific kid, do you know that? You found my bracelet, Heloise. I thought it was gone forever.” As she smiled at her, she handed her a very large box and a small one, and Heloise stood staring at her in amazement.

“Thank you,” she said without opening either of them. All the people in Miss Adams’s suite were rushing around getting ready to leave, the dogs were barking, and one of the children was crying. It didn’t seem like the right time and place to open the gifts, and she didn’t seem to expect it, so Heloise thanked her and kissed her on the cheek, and she and her father left and went back to their apartment, so she could open the gifts that Eva Adams had given her. She was a little overwhelmed by the experience of meeting her and being thanked so profusely. And she opened the big package first, while her father watched her. He was relieved that the bracelet had been found. They didn’t need a scandal at the hotel, that a major piece of jewelry had disappeared at the Vendome. Heloise had done not only Eva Adams a good turn but her father as well, and Ernesta with the reward.

Heloise tore off the paper and pulled open the box. There was tissue paper inside, and when she removed it, she saw the most beautiful doll she had ever seen. She had a delicate face and looked a little bit like Heloise. Miss Adams had inquired at the desk and been told that Heloise had red hair, and so did the doll. She was beautifully dressed and had several changes of clothes, and long silky real hair that Heloise could comb. She took the doll out of the box and stared at it in awe, and then she clutched it to her and looked at her father, and he smiled as he watched.

“She’s very pretty. What are you going to call her?”