"I
have received such a mysterious message from the Pension Malfait! Do come
with me there and find out where she has gone and when she is coming
back. Did she say anything about going into Paris when she had supper
with you last night?"
With a smile and many voluble thanks Madame Wachner climbed up into the
open car, and sat back with a sigh of satisfaction.
She was very stout, though still so vigorous, and her shrewd, determined
face now turned smilingly to the pretty, anxious-eyed Englishwoman. But
she waited a few moments before answering Sylvia's eager questions. Then,
"I cannot tell you," she said slowly and in French, "what has happened to
Madame Wolsky--"
"What has happened to her!" cried Sylvia. "What do you mean, Madame
Wachner?"
"Oh, of course, nothing 'as 'appened." Madame Wachner dropped soothingly
into English. "All I mean is that Madame Wolsky did not come to us
yesterday evening. We stayed in on purpose, but, as English people say
so funnily, she never turn up!"
"But she was coming to tea as well as to supper!"
"Yes, we waited for 'er a long time, and I 'ad got such a beautiful
little supper! But, alas! she did not come--no, not at all.
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