The envelope had been opened, and together with her letter was a sheet of common notepaper, across which was scrawled, in pencil, the words, "_Madame Wolsky est partie_." Sylvia looked up.

"_Partie ?_" The word puzzled her.

Surely it should have been "_Sortie._" Perhaps Anna had gone to Paris for the day to bank her large winnings.

"Then the lady was out ?" she said to the man.
"The lady has left the Pension Malfait," he said, briefly.

"She has gone away." "There must be some mistake!" Sylvia exclaimed, in French.