"You are a lawyer?" she asked slowly.
"Yes, Miss Vaughn, I am."
"Ah!"
The interjection escaped her. Immediately she rallied, rose and shifted her chair, that the light might be equally shared. Her eyes showed anxiety but more interest, as she asked with false calm:
"Then what do you want with—Miss Vaughn?"
"Sheila Vaughn," Bofinger said loudly, thinking the time right to overwhelm her, "I represent Mr. Max Fargus."
He paused for evidence of disconcertion, but whatever her emotions she replied evenly:
"Yes, I know him."
"Mr. Fargus has commissioned me to make the most exact inquiries about you."
"Why?" she asked, studying his face intently.