When at last they reached the station, Madame Wachner turned and grasped
Sylvia by the hand.
"We must not let you become low-spirited!" she exclaimed. "It is a great
pity your kind friend has gone away. But doubtless you will soon be going
away, too?"
And, as Sylvia made no answer, "Perhaps it would be well not to say too
much concerning Madame Wolsky having left like this. She might come back
any moment, and then she would not like it if there had been a fuss made
about it! If I were you I would tell nobody--I repeat emphatically
_nobody_."
Madame Wachner stared significantly at Sylvia. "You do not know what the
police of Lacville are like, my dear friend. They are very unpleasant
people. As you were Anna's only friend in the place, they might give you
considerable trouble. They would ask you where to look for her, and they
would torment you incessantly. If I were you I would say as little as
possible."
Madame Wachner spoke very quickly, almost breathlessly, and Sylvia felt
vaguely uncomfortable. There was, of course, only one person to whom she
was likely to mention the fact, and that was Paul de Virieu.
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