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"As to what I shall do with it! well, I suppose I shall have to go into Paris and bank some of it in a day or two. I shan't play to-morrow. I shall take a rest I deserve a rest!" She looked extraordinarily excited and happy. "Shall we drop you at the Pension Malfait?" said Madame Wachner amiably. "It is right on our way home, you know. I, too, have made money " she chuckled joyously.
M. Polperro did not know what to make of this big Englishman who had come in out of the night, bringing no luggage with him but one little bag. Then he suddenly remembered! Why, of course, this was the friend of the pretty, charming, wealthy Madame Bailey; the English gentleman who had been staying during the past few days at the Pension Malfait!
They were now packed into an open carriage, and driving towards the Pension Malfait. "I don't know what you are talking about," said her husband, crossly. "Yes, you do! That friend of ours who was boarding in one of those small houses in the Condamine at Monte Carlo, and who one day won a lot of money. He gave his winnings to his hotel-keeper to keep for the night.
But when they came down again into the hall, he suddenly asked Monsieur Malfait, "Well, where is the letter?" He had evidently forgotten Madame Malfait's involved explanation. "I will send you the letter to-morrow," said Monsieur Malfait smoothly. "The truth is, we handed it to a lady who was also a friend of Madame Wolsky, and she evidently forgot to give it back to us.
And then M. Malfait led them proudly into the dining-room, with its one long table, running down the middle, on which at intervals were set dessert dishes filled with the nuts, grapes, and oranges of which Sylvia had already become so weary at the Hôtel de l'Horloge. "My clientèle," said M. Malfait gravely, "is very select and chic.
"Then you saw the Wachners to-day?" "I met Madame Wachner as I was going to the Pension Malfait," said Sylvia, "and she went there with me. You see, the Wachners asked Anna to have supper with them yesterday, and they waited for her ever so long, but she never came. That makes it clear that she must have left Lacville some time in the early afternoon.
"First you will go round the lake," said Madame Wolsky to the driver, "and then you will take us to the Pension Malfait, in l'Avenue des Acacias." Under shady trees, bowling along sanded roads lined with pretty villas and châlets, they drove all round the lake, and more and more the place impressed Sylvia as might have done a charming piece of scene-painting.
"She 'as left her luggage at the Pension Malfait, and that, after all, does not look as if she 'as gone for evare!" "Left her luggage?" cried Sylvia, in a relieved tone. "Why, then, of course, she is coming back! I expect she has gone to Paris for a night in order to see friends passing through. How could the Pension Malfait people think she had gone I mean for good?
Long afterwards, when people used to speak before him of haunted houses, Bill Chester would remember the Pension Malfait and the extraordinary sensations he had experienced there sensations the more extraordinary that there was nothing to account for them. But Chester never told anyone of his experiences, and indeed there was nothing to tell.
The sleepless nights made him ill he who never was ill; also he was losing precious days of his short holiday, while doing no good to himself and no good to Sylvia. Sending for the hotel-keeper, he curtly told him that he meant to leave Lacville that evening. M. Malfait expressed much sorrow and regret. Was M'sieur not comfortable?
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