Surely Anna could not have left Paris, still less France, without her
luggage? All sorts of dreadful possibilities crowded on Sylvia's mind;
Anna Wolsky might have met with an accident: she might now be lying
unidentified in a Paris hospital....
At last she grew so uneasy about her friend that she felt she must do
something!
Mine host of the Villa du Lac was kind and sympathetic, but even he could
suggest no way of finding out where Anna had gone.
And then Sylvia suddenly bethought herself that there was one thing she
could do which she had not done: she could surely go to the police of
Lacville and ask them to make inquiries in Paris as to whether there had
been an accident of which the victim in any way recalled Anna Wolsky.
To her surprise, M. Polperro shook his head very decidedly.
"Oh no, do not go to the police!" he said in an anxious tone. "No, no, I
do not advise you to do that! Heaven knows I would do anything in reason
to help you, Madame, to find your friend. But I beg of you not to ask me
to go for you to the police!"
Sylvia was very much puzzled.
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