Still, even Sylvia could not but be aware that he was extremely angry,
and she herself felt wretchedly uncomfortable. What if Anna Wolsky were
all right after all? Would she not blame her for having made such a fuss?
"Everything is quite _en regle_," M. Malfait said smoothly when the
purport of their presence was explained to him in a few curt words by
the Commissioner of Police.
"You see, Monsieur le Commissaire, it is quite simple. The lady left us
a letter explaining why she was obliged to go away. I do not know why
Madame"--he turned to Sylvia--"thought it necessary to go to you? We have
been perfectly open about the whole matter. We are respectable people,
and have absolutely nothing to hide. Madame Wolsky's boxes are there, in
her bed-room; I might have let the room twice over since she left, but
no, I prefer to wait, hoping that the lady--the very charming lady--will
come back."
"By the way, where is the letter which she left?" said the Commissioner
in a business-like voice. "I should like to see that letter."
"Where is the letter?" repeated Monsieur Malfait vaguely.
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