"Why, I am a little worried," she said, deciding to answer thus. "But then I suppose it's only one of his funny ways."
At this moment the bell rang and Sheila, answering the door, received the telegram.
"Hello, what's that?" the lawyer cried from the parlor.
"Only someone at the wrong number," she said, shutting the door.
Bofinger rose and with two steps reached her side at the moment she was trying to conceal the telegram in her dress.
"Indeed!" he said ironically, twisting the dispatch from her hand. "So this doesn't count?"
Sheila, paralyzed with fear, felt the floor swim beneath her. Bofinger, tearing off the cover, found to his great disappointment only this:
Begin journey tomorrow.
"Max Fargus."
Without attempting to conceal his vexation, he was tendering the dispatch to Sheila when all at once snatching it back he scanned it for the source.