"I have received such a mysterious message from the Pension Malfait! Do come with me there and find out where she has gone and when she is coming back.

Did she say anything about going into Paris when she had supper with you last night ?" With a smile and many voluble thanks Madame Wachner climbed up into the open car, and sat back with a sigh of satisfaction.
She was very stout, though still so vigorous, and her shrewd, determined face now turned smilingly to the pretty, anxious-eyed Englishwoman.

But she waited a few moments before answering Sylvia's eager questions.

Then, "I cannot tell you," she said slowly and in French, "what has happened to Madame Wolsky--" "What has happened to her!" cried Sylvia.

"What do you mean, Madame Wachner ?" "Oh, of course, nothing 'as 'appened." Madame Wachner dropped soothingly into English.