"You say that as if you were going away," he said irritably.
"True. I haven't told you. We go next week to Chicago."
"And why should you go to Chicago?" he cried furiously.
"My aunt must go—she's had a legacy left her, a small one but it'll mean a good deal. Of course, I have to go with her," she added, a little regretfully.
The next morning, in a panic, Fargus had sought out Bofinger.
CHAPTER X BOFINGER REPORTS
Fargus, who slept as badly as a bridegroom on the wedding eve, was up before five o'clock. After replacing the bedding in the trunk he departed for his morning's breakfast. Three blocks to the west near the river front, in a frame building which occupied a corner, a flaring yellow sign, over a sunken basement, announced,
Nellie the Coffee-Woman