efore her with a look of vivid terror on her face. It
was almost as if she saw the scene she was describing--nay, as if she saw
the pale, dead face of the drowned man. It gave her companion a cold
feeling of fear.

"And was it long before they found him?" asked Sylvia in a low tone.

"They never did find 'im," said Madame Wachner, her voice sinking to a
whisper. "That was the extraordinary thing--Sasha's body was never found!
Many people thought the money 'e 'ad on 'is person weighed 'im down, kept
'im entangled in the weeds at the bottom of the lake. Did not your friend
tell you it made talk?"

"Yes," said Sylvia.

"'E 'ad not much money on 'is person," repeated Madame Wachner, "but
still there was a good deal more than was found in 'is bed-room. That, of
course, was 'anded over to the authorities. They insisted on keeping it."

"But I suppose his family got it in the end?" said Sylvia.

"No. 'E 'ad no family. You see, our friend was a Russian nobleman, but
he had also been a Nihilist, so 'e 'ad concealed 'is identity. It was
fortunate for us that we 'ad got to know an important person in the
police; but for that we might 'ave 'ad much worry"--she shook her head.
"They were so much annoyed that poor Sasha 'ad no passport. But, as I
said to them--for Fritz quite lost 'is 'ead, and could say nothing--not
'alf, no, not a quarter of the strangers in Aix 'as passports, though, of
course, it is a good and useful thing to 'ave one. I suppose, Madame,
that _you_ 'ave a passport?"

She stopped short, and looked at Sylvia with that eager, inquiring look
which demands an answer even to the most unimportant question.

"A passport?" repeated Sylvia Bailey, surprised. "No, indeed! I've never
even seen one. Why should I have a passport?"

"When you are abroad it is always a good thing to 'ave a passport," said
Madame Wachner quickly. "You see, it enables you to be identified. It
gives your address at 'ome. But I do not think that you can get one
now--no, it is a thing that one must get in one's own country, or, at any
rate," she corrected herself, "in a country where you 'ave resided a long
time."

"What is your country, Madame?" asked Sylvia. "Are you French? I suppose
Monsieur Wachner is German?"

Madame Wachner shook her head.

"Oh, 'e would be cross to 'ear that! No, no, Fritz is Viennese--a gay
Viennese! As for me, I am"--she waited a moment--"well, Madame, I am what
the French call '_une vraie cosmopolite_'--oh, y