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Updated: June 8, 2025


But there" she sighed a loud, heaving sigh "we 'ad a friend a dear young friend with us at Aix-les-Bains." "Yes, I know," said Sylvia, sympathisingly. "You know?" Madame Wachner looked at her quickly. "What is it that you know, Madame?" "Madame Wolsky told me about it. Your friend was drowned, was he not? It must have been very sad and dreadful for you and your husband."

Bill Chester, her trustee, and sometime lover, always treated her as if she was a child, and a rather naughty child, too; she would not allow Anna Wolsky to do so. "I don't see why not!" she cried. "You yourself say that there is no harm in gambling if one can afford it."

Suddenly, as if her thoughts had brought him there, she saw Count Paul's straight, slim figure turn in from the road through the gates of the Villa. He glanced up at her window and took off his hat. He looked cool, unruffled, and self-possessed, but her eager eyes saw a change in his face. He looked very grave, and yet oddly happy. Was it possible that he had news at last of Anna Wolsky?

This is a room which was occupied by a charming Polish lady, Madame Wolsky, who was a friend of M'sieur's friend, Madame Bailey. But she left suddenly a week ago, and so we have the room at M'sieur's disposal." He put the candle down, and bowed himself out of the room.

He seemed to go on speaking of her against his will. "Her going to Lacville was a mere accident," explained Paul de Virieu, quickly. "She was brought there by the Polish lady, Madame Wolsky, of whom you must have heard her speak, whom she met in an hotel in Paris, and who disappeared so mysteriously. It is not a place for a young lady to be at by herself."

The old kitchen-garden already held for her associations which she did not wish to spoil or even to disturb. Madame Wolsky, sipping M. Polperro's excellent coffee, again mentioned the Count. "I am exceedingly surprised to see him here at Lacville," she said in a musing voice, "I should have expected him to go to a more chic place. He always plays in the winter at Monte Carlo."

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.

I only wish that I had a photograph of Anna that I could take to them." "Well, there is a possibility that this may be so. But remember it is even more probable that Madame Wolsky is quite well, and that she will be annoyed at your taking any such step to find her." "Yes," said Sylvia, slowly. "I know that is quite possible.

She did not go back through the Wachners' garden; instead, she struck off to the left, on to a field path, which finally brought her to the main road. As she was passing the Pension Malfait the landlady came out to the gate. "Madame!" she cried out loudly, "I have had news of Madame Wolsky at last!

"Indeed, yes, Madame! I had to come back that afternoon, for I had forgotten to bring in some sugar. The lady was here then, and she was still here when I left the house." "I assure you that this cannot have been on the day my friend left Lacville," said Mrs. Bailey quickly. "Madame Wolsky left on a Saturday afternoon.

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