Close to the trunk was a large piece of sacking--and by it another
coil of thick rope.
Was it possible that the Wachners, too, were leaving Lacville? If so, how
very odd of them not to have told her!
As she opened the door of the bed-room Madame Wachner waddled up behind
her.
"Wait a moment!" she cried. "Or perhaps, dear friend, you do not want a
light? You see, we have been rather upset to-day, for L'Ami Fritz has to
go away for two or three days, and that is a great affair! We are so very
seldom separated. 'Darby and Joan,' is not that what English people would
call us?"
"The moon is so bright I can see quite well," Sylvia was taking off her
hat; she put it, together with a little fancy bag in which she kept the
loose gold she played with at the gambling tables, on Madame Wachner's
bed. She felt vaguely uncomfortable, for even as Madame Wachner had
spoken she had become aware that the bed-room was almost entirely cleared
of everything belonging to its occupants. However, the Wachners, like
Anna Wolsky, had the right to go away without telling anyone of their
intention.
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