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For the rest, he was of impressive, clean-shaven appearance, and he was of the opinion that a liberal sprinkling of Latin phrases rendered his conversation more pleasing to his clients. Louis and Abe were ushered into his office only after half an hour's waiting at the end of a line of six clients, and they wasted no time in stating their business. "Mr. Feldman," Abe murmured, "this is Mr.
It is not so much to know the law, ran Henry D. Feldman's motto, paraphrasing a famous dictum of Judge Sharswood, as to look, act and talk as though you knew it. To this end Mr. Feldman seldom employed a word of one syllable, if it had a synonym of three or four syllables, and such phrases as res gestæ, scienter, and lex fori delicti were the very life of his conversation with clients.
"Nobody compels you to stay here and listen to 'em, Rothschild," Abe interrupted. "And, anyhow, Rothschild, you could make it more money if instead you stayed here you would go downtown to Henry D. Feldman's office and sue this here Rashkin in the courts for your commission. I was telling Feldman all about it this morning, and he says you got it a good case."
"Yeah," Feldman answered. "Once." "Good. Thought that space crewman was just lying drunk at first. Come along, Doc." "Why?" It didn't matter, but if they wanted him to move on, they'd have to push a little harder. The light swung up to show the other. He was the shade of old leather with a bleached patch of sandy hair and the deepest gray eyes Feldman had ever seen.
"You did absolutely nothing about him after you identified him and saw him delivered here? You're quite sure of that?" "I did nothing." Jake stood quietly for a moment, then shrugged. "No more questions." Matthews finished things in a plea for the salvation of all humanity from the danger of such men as Daniel Feldman. He was looking smug, as was Chris. Wilson turned to Jake.
"There's loopholes in every contract, Leon," said Barney, "and a smart lawyer like Henry D. Feldman can find 'em out quick enough. Why don't you go right round and see Henry D. Feldman? Maybe he can fix it so as to get Louis back here." Leon shut down his roll-top desk and seized his hat. "That's a good idea, Barney," he said. "I guess I'll take your advice."
But it had pierced the pericardium, as best Feldman could guess, and it could be fatal at any moment. He'd reached for a probe without thinking. Chris knocked his hand aside. She was right, of course. He couldn't operate outside a hospital. But they had no phone in the lodge where the guide lived and no way to summon an ambulance.
"I just want Louis to quit his job with Potash & Perlmutter and come and work by us." "Look a-here, Sammet," Feldman broke in impatiently. "I can't waste a whole morning talking to a boob that don't understand the English language. You're wise to the part about Louis Grossman asking for twenty dollars a week steady, instead of his share of the proceeds, ain't you?" Leon nodded.
Let me see, she lives over near Lake Loraine, doesn't she?" This time Feldman could not repress a start. But he covered it admirably by stooping over to pick up a tool that fell to the floor. "No, my mother is in Lafayette," he said. "I don't know where Lake Loraine is." "Oh," said Tom, as he turned aside to hide a smile. He was sure now he knew at least one of the plotters.
"Well, when he is ready to assume charge let me know." "And then am I to go into the aeroplane shop?" "I'll see. By the way, how is your mother?" he asked quickly, looking Feldman full in the face. "She is much better. I took a day off yesterday to go to see her," the man replied quietly enough, and without sign of embarrassment. "That's good.
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