"Oh, Max, bring me only what you promised, and I'll give you all without reserve. All!"
CHAPTER XVI CASTLES IN THE AIR
It was fully a month before Sheila received word of Max Fargus. The weeks passed in skirmishes with Bofinger, who, dissatisfied with her explanations, continually harassed her. To his insistent demands she answered always that Fargus had left without further explanation than that he was going to investigate the oyster fields.
"And that's all you know?" the lawyer demanded with one of his inquisitorial looks.
"Absolutely."
"He writes to you?"
"Me? I haven't heard a word," she answered truthfully.
"Well, it looks peculiar," he said suspiciously. "He has never done this before that I can find out."