Anna was not such a gambler as was Fritz Wachner.
They were now at the gate of the boarding house.
"We will, at any rate, go in and find out when Anna left, and if she said where she was going," said Sylvia.
"If you do not mind," observed Madame Wachner, "I will remain out here, in the car.

They have already seen me this morning at the Pension Malfait.

They must be quite tired of seeing me." Sylvia felt rather disappointed.

She would have liked the support of Madame Wachner's cheerful presence when making her inquiries, for she was aware that the proprietors of Anna's pension--M.

and Madame Malfait--had been very much annoyed that she, Sylvia, had not joined her friend there.
Madame Malfait was sitting in her usual place--that is, in a little glass cage in the hall--and when she saw Mrs.Bailey coming towards her, a look of impatience, almost of dislike, crossed her thin, shrewd face.
"Bon jour, Madame!" she said curtly.