oman has been brought up to live
without work, to live off other people's work, there's nothing they
wouldn't stoop to, to keep on living that way. As for this chap, if he
had got started right, he'd be operating up in the Fifth Avenue
district. He used to have a wife. He SAYS he's divorced."

Loeb and Travis looked each at the other significantly. "I see," said
Travis.

"Neither side wants scandal. Still, I think you're right, that
Ganser's good for twenty thousand."

"You can judge better after you've felt him," replied Loeb. "You'd
better go at once. Give him the tip that Feuerstein's about to force
him to produce his daughter in court. But you understand. Try to
induce him to go to Beck." Travis grinned and Loeb's eyes twinkled.
"You might lay it on strong about Feuerstein's actor-craze for getting
into the papers."

"That's a grand idea," exclaimed Travis. "I don't think I'll suggest
any sum if he agrees to go to Beck. Beck can get at least five
thousand more out of him than any other lawyer in town."

"Beck's the wonder," said Loeb.

"LOEB and Beck," corrected Travis in a flattering tone.

Loeb waved his hot, fat head gently to and fro as if a pleasant cooling
stream were being played upon it. "I think I have got a 'pretty good
nut on me,' as John L. used to say," he replied. "I think I do know a
little about the law. And now hustle yourself, my boy. This case must
be pushed. The less time Ganser has to look about, the better for--our
client."

Travis found Ganser in his office at the brewery. The old man's face
was red and troubled.

"I've come on very unpleasant business, Mr. Ganser," said Travis with
deference. "As you know, I am with Loeb, Lynn, Levy and McCafferty.
Our client, Mr. Feuerstein--"

Ganser leaped to his feet, apoplectic.

"Get out!" he shouted, "I don't speak with you!"

"As an officer of the court, Mr. Ganser," said Travis suavely, "it is
my painful duty to insist upon a hearing. We lawyers can't select our
clients. We must do our best for all comers. Our firm has sent me out
of kindly feeling for you. We are all men of family, like yourself,
and, when the case was forced on us, we at once tried to think how we
could be of service to you--of course, while doing our full legal duty
by our client. I've come in the hope of helping you to avoid the
disgrace of publicity."

"Get out!" growled Peter. "I know lawyers--they're all thieves. Get
out!" But Travi