It was not until then that it occurred to Miss Fowler that Freddie, being from New York, was almost certain to know Brock either personally or by sight.

She experienced a cold chill, the distinct approach of catastrophe.

Brock had just been told that young Ulstervelt of New York was to be of the party.

His blood ran cold.
He had never seen the young man, but he knew his father well; he had even dined at the mansion in Madison Avenue.

There was every reason, however, to suspect that Freddie knew him by sight.