Madame Wachner hurried her two guests into her bed-room to put on their
hats.
Anna Wolsky walked over to the window.
"What a strange, lonely place to live in!" she said, and drew the lace
shawl she was wearing a little more closely about her thin shoulders.
"And that wood over there--I should be afraid to live so near a wood!
I should think that there might be queer people concealed there."
"Bah! Why should we be frightened, even if there were queer people
there!"
"Well, but sometimes you must have a good deal of money in this house."
Madame Wachner laughed.
"When we have so much money that we cannot carry it about, and that,
alas! is not very often--but still, when Fritz makes a big win, we go
into Paris and bank the money."
"I do not trouble to do that," said Anna, "for I always carry all my
money about with me. What do you do?" she turned to Sylvia Bailey.
"I leave it in my trunk at the hotel," said Sylvia. "The servants at the
Villa du Lac seem to be perfectly honest--in fact they are mostly related
to the proprietor, M. Polperro."
"Oh, but that is quite wrong!" exclaimed Madame Wachner, eagerly.
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