But in any case I am willing to risk it. You
see"--her voice broke, quivered--"I am really very unhappy about Anna--"
"When would you like to go to the Commissioner of Police?" asked the
Count.
"Is there any reason why we should not go now?"
"No. Let us go at once. I only had the feeling that you might hear from
her any moment."
Together they walked up into the little town of Lacville. To each any
expedition in which the other took part had become delightful. They were
together now more than they had ever been before. No, Count Paul could
not be sorry that Sylvia's friend had left Lacville. He had no wish for
her return.
At last they came to a rather mean-looking white house; out of one of the
windows hung a tricolour flag.
"Here we are!" he said briefly.
"It doesn't look a very imposing place," said Sylvia smiling.
But all the same, as the Count rang the bell Sylvia suddenly felt as
if she would like to run away! After all, what should she say to the
Commissioner of Police? Would he think her interference in Anna's affairs
strange and uncalled for? But she kept her thoughts to herself.
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