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Updated: June 16, 2025
She was wondering whether the pearls worn by the lovely young Englishwoman standing opposite were real or sham. The two friends did not stay very long in the Casino on that first evening. Sylvia drove Anna to the Pension Malfait, and then she came back alone to the Villa du Lac.
When Sylvia had been looking for the butter, she had not been able to help seeing that in the tiny larder there was only a small piece of cheese, a little cold meat, and a couple of eggs on a plate. No wonder Monsieur Wachner had heartily enjoyed the copious, if rather roughly-prepared, meal at the Pension Malfait. "Yes, the carriage is there," said Madame Wachner bustling back.
After he had had another bath and a good breakfast he felt a very different man to what he had done three of four hours ago, lying awake in the sinister, companioned atmosphere of his bed-room at the Pension Malfait.
The short drive was soon over, and as Anna and Sylvia were going into the Pension Malfait, Madame Wachner called out, "Will you both come to supper to-morrow?" Sylvia shook her head. "I am going into Paris for the day," she said, "and I shall feel tired when I get back. But many thanks, all the same." "Then you must come" Madame Wachner addressed Anna Wolsky.
Next day the man said his safe had been broken open by a foreign waiter who had disappeared. Our friend had no redress none at all! Malfait may be a very good sort of man, but I would not give him your money " she turned to Anna. "No, of course not," said Madame Wolsky. "I should never think of entrusting a really large sum of money to a man of whom I know nothing.
And as the hours went by, and no letter or message arrived from Anna Wolsky, Sylvia became seriously troubled, and spent much of her time walking to and from the Pension Malfait. Surely Anna could not have left Paris, still less France, without her luggage?
But, alas! she did not come no, not at all." "How odd of her! Perhaps she got a telegram which contained bad news " "Yes," said Madame Wachner eagerly, "no doubt. For this morning when I go to the Pension Malfait, I 'ear that she 'as gone away! It was for that I was 'urrying to the Villa du Lac to see if you knew anything, dear friend." "Gone away?" repeated Sylvia, bewildered.
But we have a great dislike to any affair with the police, and so we thought we would wait before telling them of her disappearance, and it is indeed fortunate that we did so!" "Will you kindly show me the letter she left for you?" said Sylvia. Without speaking, Madame Malfait bent down over her table, and then held out a piece of notepaper on which were written the words: Madame Malfait,
Still, you must admit that it is rather inconsiderate of her, after engaging the room for the whole of the month of August, to go off like this!" Madame Malfait felt thoroughly incensed, and did not trouble to conceal the fact. But as Mrs. Bailey at last began walking towards the front door, the landlady of the pension hurried after her.
Who among the people she was now living with knew anything of her far-away English home? If anything happened to herself, for instance? Even Count Paul would not know to whom to write. It was an odd, rather an uncomfortable thought. The Commissioner went to a drawer and pulled out from it a portfolio filled with loose pieces of paper. "Malfait? Malfait?
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