If she left the little sheet of paper propped up on the
dining-table, the Wachners would be sure to see it.
She took up the newest-looking of the red note-books, and as she opened
it she suddenly felt, and for the third time, that there was a living
presence close to her--and this time that it was that of Anna Wolsky!
It was an extraordinary sensation--vivid, uncanny, terrifying--the more
so that Sylvia Bailey not only believed herself to be alone in the house,
but supposed Anna to be far from Lacville....
Fortunately, this unnerving and terrifying impression of an unseen and
yet real presence did not endure; and, as she focussed her eyes on the
open book she held in her hand, it became fainter and fainter, while she
realised, with a keen sense of relief, what it was that had brought the
presence of her absent friend so very near to her.
There, actually lying open before her, between two leaves of the little
note-book, was a letter signed by Anna Wolsky! It was a short note, in
French, apparently an answer to one Madame Wachner had sent reminding
her of her engagement.
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