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Updated: June 16, 2025
"They all think," she said at last, "that Anna went to the Casino and lost all her money both the money she made, and the money she brought here; and that then, not liking to tell even me anything about it, she made up her mind to go away." "They all think this?" repeated Count Paul, meaningly. "Whom do you mean by all, Mrs. Bailey?" "I mean the people at the Pension Malfait, and the Wachners "
What garden there was seemed uncared for, though an attempt had been made to make it look pretty with the aid of a few geraniums and marguerites. M. Malfait, the proprietor of the Pension, whom Sylvia had already seen with Anna at the Casino, now came forward in the hall, and Sylvia compared him greatly to his disadvantage, to the merry M. Polperro.
Was there anything he could do to prolong his English guest's stay? No, M'sieur had every reason to be satisfied, but but had M. Malfait ever had any complaints of noises in the bed-room occupied by his English guest?
The man whom I am expecting to join me in Switzerland is getting impatient, so I've given notice to the Pension Malfait in fact, I've already packed." Sylvia gave him a listless glance, and made no comment on his news. Chester felt rather nettled. "You, I suppose, will be staying on here for some time?" he said. "I don't know," she answered in a low voice.
A week ago he would have laughed to scorn the notion that the dead ever revisit the earth, as so many of us believe they do, but the four nights he had spent at the Pension Malfait, had shaken his conviction that "dead men rise up never." Most reluctantly he had come to the conclusion that the Pension Malfait was haunted.
M. Polperro's clients spent, or so Sylvia supposed, much of their time in their own rooms upstairs, or else in the Casino, while many of them had their own motors, and went out on long excursions. They were cosmopolitans, and among them were a number of Russians. Here at the Pension Malfait, the clientèle was French. All was loud talking, bustle, and laughter.
"By the way, where is the letter which she left?" said the Commissioner in a business-like voice. "I should like to see that letter." "Where is the letter?" repeated Monsieur Malfait vaguely. Then in a loud voice, he said, "I will ask my wife for the letter. She looks after the correspondence." Madame Malfait came forward.
"An English lady was staying here not very long ago," observed M. Malfait, "and she bought that table and left it to me as a little gift when she went away. That was very gracious on her part!" They glanced into the rather mournful-looking salon, of which the windows opened out on the tiny garden.
"Everything is quite en règle," M. Malfait said smoothly when the purport of their presence was explained to him in a few curt words by the Commissioner of Police. "You see, Monsieur le Commissaire, it is quite simple. The lady left us a letter explaining why she was obliged to go away. I do not know why Madame" he turned to Sylvia "thought it necessary to go to you?
And, to Sylvia's confusion and distress, they all then proceeded to the bed-room where she had last seen her friend, and there Monsieur Malfait broke the locks of Anna Wolsky's two large trunks. But the contents of Anna's trunks taught them nothing. They were only the kind of objects and clothes that a woman who travelled about the world a great deal would naturally take with her.
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