Time for chapter 4 
She had delayed her returned to Buenos Aires longer than she had wanted, but her plans have changed since she found out that Thomas was alive so her new affaires in Europe needed her there.
When her visit to St. Regent Street was over she went to Paris and took a room at the Ritz as her operation base; to wait, to plan. She needed to tie some more knots, to knock a few more doors.
By now almost everything had been taken care of. Only one more thing was left to do. One more call before boarding the ship that would take her back to America; The Amazing Amazon.
She picked up the phone and dialed herself.
Riiiiiing, riiiiiiing, riing-Yes? – A nervous voice answered.
-Miss Sillyn, this is Mrs van…. – she was interrupted.
-I was expecting your call ma’am. I took care of our business already. I talked to my contact in Buenos Aires and I have arranged an appointment with Captain Brando for August 12th. He won’t know about it until that very same day, as you requested. My contact is very trustworthy ma’am– An awkward silence followed - All is ready Ma’am - She added.
-All is ready – the countess repeated pensively - Thank you so much, you have been of great help. There will be an envelope at the front desk at the Ritz Hotel for you tomorrow morning. Miss Sillyn have a good day.
-Good day ma’am and please call me Penny. – As soon as she finished the sentence the communication cut off.
The next morning Miss Penny Sillyn woke up early in her pension room on Rue Le Beck.
She ate the remains of her supper from the night before and drunk the cold coffee that was left in the jar.
Then she put on her best clothes to try to disguise herself into an upper-class woman.
–That won’t do – She thought looking at herself in the mirror.
–With some luck they will think I’m someone’s secretary with this or a “vedette” from the Moulin Rouge with all this feathers. I certainly look like a Christmasy ostrich! - A knock on her room’s door scattered her thoughts away. She put the hat aside and answered.
-Qui est-ce?
No one answered.
-Qui est la? – This time there was a knock for an answer.
-Madame ; je vous ai dit que j’allais payer le loyer cet après-midi. Ça suffit maintenant!. – Another knock, harder this time.
She took a knife and moved to the door.
She opened it slightly. There was no one there, except…. She looked down and saw two parcels laying on the floor. Her first instinct was to take cover, then to look for some ticking noise but nevertheless she picked them up and put them on the bed.
The wrapping paper and the ribbons were too fancy to be a trap she thought innocently. She opened the first one and found the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. In the other one there was gorgeous hat and a purse. She also found an envelope that she opened to find a letter and some money.
“Miss Sillyn, I took the liberty of supplying these items for your visit to the Ritz this morning. I’m sorry but I must tell you I have been watching and you look dreadful my dear. Please follow these instructions, it is vital so no one suspects anything:
1) Use this money to pay your landlady
2) Dress normally and go to the Sacré Coeur in Montmartre.
3) Take with you all that is precious to you. Your room might be searched by the police later.
4) There is an interior Chapel being remodeled. Go in there, try not to be seen and change into the clothes I gave you. If someone stops you, tell them you are paying for that Chapel. They will understand
5) At all times try to be discrete and not followed
6) Come to the Ritz and pick up the envelope at the front desk
7) Burn this note
Mrs. Van der Hess”She read the letter thrice and still made no sense to her, specially instruction number 3.
Utterly confused she took a look at the room. There was not much she wanted to take with her, except for the picture of her mother; and her father’s pistol, which she kept hidden under a loose board on the floor.
She took those two beloved things and put them in the small parched suitcase she possessed, along with the dress and the hat still wrapped in silk paper. She left the room without looking back.
