I only had the feeling that you might hear from her any moment." Together they walked up into the little town of Lacville.

To each any expedition in which the other took part had become delightful.

They were together now more than they had ever been before.

No, Count Paul could not be sorry that Sylvia's friend had left Lacville.

He had no wish for her return.
At last they came to a rather mean-looking white house; out of one of the windows hung a tricolour flag.
"Here we are!" he said briefly.
"It doesn't look a very imposing place," said Sylvia smiling.
But all the same, as the Count rang the bell Sylvia suddenly felt as if she would like to run away! After all, what should she say to the Commissioner of Police?
Would he think her interference in Anna's affairs strange and uncalled for?
But she kept her thoughts to herself.
They were shown into a room where a tired-looking man bent over a large, ink-stained table littered over with papers.
"Monsieur?
Madame ?" he glanced up inquiringly, and gave them a searching look.