Madame Malfait was sitting in her usual place--that is, in a little glass
cage in the hall--and when she saw Mrs. Bailey coming towards her, a look
of impatience, almost of dislike, crossed her thin, shrewd face.
"Bon jour, Madame!" she said curtly. "I suppose you also have come to ask
me about Madame Wolsky? But I think you must have heard all there is to
hear from the lady whom I see out there in the car. I can tell you
nothing more than I have already told her. Madame Wolsky has treated us
with great want of consideration. She did not come home last evening.
Poor Malfait waited up all night, wondering what could be the matter. And
then, this morning, we found a letter in her room saying she had gone
away!"
"A letter in her room?" exclaimed Sylvia. "Madame Wachner did not tell me
that my friend had left a letter--"
But Madame Malfait went on angrily:
"Madame Wolsky need not have troubled to write! A word of explanation
would have been better, and would have prevented my husband sitting up
till five o'clock this morning. We quite feared something must have
happened to her.
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