"And poor Max! When was it?"
"Five months ago."
"Five months ago? You can't mean that! Five months ago! Why wasn't I told?"
"I hadn't your address."
"Max had it."
"I looked through all his papers and found nothing."
"Herr Stapfer, my lawyer, had it."
"I applied to him, and he gave me an address in Texas that you had sent him a year ago."
"It is true. I believe I never wrote to him after I settled here until last June."
"Yes, it was in June that I heard from him again that you were here, and ill. I begged him not to tell you of Max's death. I did not know how ill you were, and I feared for you. Then I decided to come myself to find you—and care for you if you needed care."