"Why only two thirds?" interrupted Groll.
"There was her dower right, wasn't there?" Bofinger replied, doubtfully. "Surely the law would give her that?"
"I'm not sure of that," Groll objected. "There might be a question there."
"Well, anyhow, if it didn't, I had a plan to save it all right."
"Indeed," Groll said with interest. "How so?"
"I had a warrant sworn for him on a charge of desertion, complicated by conspiracy to deprive his wife of her dower rights. That is clear enough."
"Possibly—possibly yes," Groll said after a moment's drumming on his chair.
"Ah, but the worst is to come!" Bofinger said bitterly. "When I went to attach the property, I found Fargus had sold out everything seven years before!"
"But—"