A squad of customs agents waited one evening last week outside of River House, swank apartment building on Manhattan's east side, until a limousine drove up and deposited a stately, well-dressed dowager: Mrs. James C. Ayer, Colonial Dame and D. A. R., widow of a distinguished doctor who inherited millions of the American Woolen Co. fortune. The customs men followed her up to the Ayer penthouse, there spent three hours going through her personal effects while Mrs. Ayer lay prostrate on a couch. An informer whom they would call only "Mary Doe"...
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