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Updated: July 13, 2025
I'm going on to Switzerland. How long I stay will a little bit depend on Mrs. Bailey's plans. I haven't had time to ask her anything yet. What sort of a place is the Villa du Lac?" He asked the question abruptly; he was already full of dislike and suspicion of everything, though not of everybody, at Lacville. These Wachners were certainly nice, simple people.
No, of course she did not realise it how could such a woman as was Sylvia Bailey possibly do so? Walking up and down the long platform, chewing the cud of bitter reflection, Paul de Virieu told himself that the part of an honest man, to say nothing of that of an honourable gentleman, would be to leave Lacville before matters had gone any further between them.
The next day, so she told herself, she would go back to England, to Market Dalling. There she must forget that such a place as Lacville existed; there she must banish Paul de Virieu from her heart and memory. Yes, there was nothing now to keep her here, in this curious place, where she had eaten, in more than one sense, of the bitter fruit of the tree of knowledge.
Oh, no, Count, I am sure you are wrong why you forget that Madame Wachner walked up to the Pension Malfait that same evening I mean the evening of the day Anna left Lacville. In fact, it was Madame Wachner who first found out that Anna had not come home. She went up to her bed-room to look for her." "Then it was Madame Wachner who found the letter?" observed the Count interrogatively.
Leaving the flat plain of Lacville far behind them, they would make their way into the Forest of Montmorency, and through to the wide valley, which is so beautiful and so little known to most foreign visitors to Paris.
And then Sylvia suddenly bethought herself that there was one thing she could do which she had not done: she could surely go to the police of Lacville and ask them to make inquiries in Paris as to whether there had been an accident of which the victim in any way recalled Anna Wolsky. To her surprise, M. Polperro shook his head very decidedly.
As they trudged along, Chester, glancing to his right, saw that there were still a great many boats floating on the lake. Did Lacville folk never go to bed? "Yes," said Madame Wachner, quickly divining his thoughts, "some of the people 'ere why, they stay out on the water all night! Then they catch the early train back to Paris in the morning, and go and work all day.
It was bad enough of her to have brought you to Lacville, and taught you to gamble. Had she stayed on, she would have tried in time to make you go on with her to Monte Carlo." He shook his head expressively Sylvia looked at him with surprise. He had never spoken to her of Anna in this way before. She hesitated, then said a little nervously, "Tell me, did you ask Madame Wolsky to go away?
Sylvia's gentle and unsophisticated charm had touched him deeply, and so he had given her what he knew to be the best possible advice. "I am not so foolish as to pretend that the people who come and play in the Casino of Lacville are all confirmed gamblers," he said, slowly.
Bill Chester will never forget the sight which was presented to him in the Lacville Casino by the particular group on which his tired eyes became focussed with growing amazement and attention. Sylvia was sitting at the baccarat table next to the man who was acting as Banker.
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