pt, irritated.

"Yes--I will. I just wanted to warn you--" She raised her eyes
appealingly toward his face. "Two people came to see me to-night--Mr.
Ganser and his daughter--"

Feuerstein fell back a step and she saw that he was shaking and that
his face had become greenish white. "It's false!" he blustered.
"False as hell!--"

And she knew that it was true.

She continued to look at him and he did not try to meet her eyes. "What
did they tell you?" he said, after a long pause, remembering that he
had denied before a charge had been made.

She was looking away from him now. She seemed not to have heard him.
"I must go," she murmured, and began slowly to descend the stoop.

He followed her, laid his hand upon her arm. "Hilda!" he pleaded.
"Let me explain!"

"Don't touch me!" She snatched her arm away from him. She ran down
the rest of the steps and fled along the street. She kept close to the
shadow of the houses. She went through Avenue A with hanging head,
feeling that the eyes of all were upon her, condemning, scorning. She
hid herself in her little room, locking the door. Down beside the bed
she sank and buried her face in the covers. And there she lay, racked
with the pain of her gaping wounds--wounds to love, to trust, to pride,
to self-respect. "Oh, God, let me die," she moaned. "I can't ever
look anybody in the face again."

VIII

A SHEEP WIELDS THE SHEARS

A few days later Peter Ganser appeared before Beck, triumph flaunting
from his stupid features. Beck instantly scented bad news.

"Stop the case," said Peter with a vulgar insolence that grated upon
the lawyer. "It's no good."

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Ganser. I don't follow you."

"But I follow myself. Stop the case. I pay you off now."

"You can't deal with courts as you can with your employees, Mr. Ganser.
There are legal forms to be gone through. Of course, if you're
reconciled to your son-in-law, why--"

Peter laughed. "Son-in-law! That scoundrel--he's a bigamist. I got
the proofs from Germany this morning."

Beck became blue round the edges of his mouth and his eyes snapped.
"So you've been taking steps in this case without consulting me, Mr.
Ganser?"

"I don't trust lawyers. Anyway, what I hire you for? To try my case.
It's none of your business what I do outside. I pay you off, and I
don't pay for any dirty works I don't get." He had wrought himself
into a fury. Experience had taught him that that