Sylvia could not help laughing.
"I really wonder you do that," she observed. "Just think how easy it
would be for anyone to get into the house!"
"Yes, that is true, but there is nothing to steal. As I tell you, we
always carry our money about with us," said Madame Wachner. She added in
a serious tone, "and I should advise you to do so too, my dear young
friend."
CHAPTER IX
A quarter of an hour's sharp driving brought Sylvia and Madame Wachner to
the door of the Casino. They found Madame Wolsky in the hall waiting for
them.
"I couldn't think what had happened to you!" she exclaimed in an anxious
tone. "But here is your membership card, Sylvia. Now you are free of the
Baccarat tables!"
Monsieur Wachner met his wife with a frowning face. He might be pleased
to see Madame Wachner, but he showed his pleasure in an odd manner. Soon,
however, the secret of his angry look was revealed, for Madame Wachner
opened the leather bag hanging from her wrist and took out of it a
hundred francs.
"Here, Fritz," she cried, gaily. "You can now begin your play!"
Sylvia Bailey felt very much amused.
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