Countess Bedelia foolishly thinks she has the upper hand on spy activity here, days before her arrival. The poor thing. With all that money, she thinks she can buy informants, way before we (Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish and myself) have already bugged everything from the bellhops to her soap bars. In addition, Ladies Who Lunch have taken up posts in disguises no one would ever question here on South Beach. Here, the Second Viscountess of de Banana con Papi outfits herself for front line duty. We have witnessed Bedelia's "way" of buying boys by knighting them on the spot for the day; Mamie and I have already bought the lower nobility to deal with Countess Bedelia. She will undoubtedly get away with her hooliganism again, but we will one satin-slipped step ahead of her.