But as Mrs. Bailey at last began walking towards the front
door, the landlady of the pension hurried after her.
"Madame will not say too much about her friend's departure, will she?"
she said more graciously. "I do not want any embarrassments with the
police. Everything is quite _en regle_, is it not? After all, Madame
Wolsky had a right to go away without telling anyone of her plans, had
she not, Madame?"
Sylvia turned round. "Certainly, she had an entire right to do so," she
answered coldly. "But, still, I should be much obliged if you will send
me word when you receive the telegram you are expecting her to send you
about the luggage."
* * * * *
"Well?" cried Madame Wachner eagerly, as Sylvia silently got into the
motor again. "Have you learnt anything? Have they not had news of our
friend?"
"They have heard nothing since they found that odd letter of hers," said
Sylvia. "You never told me about the letter, Madame Wachner?"
"Ah, that letter! I saw it, too. But it said nothing, absolutely
nothing!" exclaimed Madame Wachner.
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