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It was now Morris' turn to change color, and his face assumed a sickly hue of green. "How do you know that?" he gasped. "Because I was in Rifkin's old place when that lowlife Feinstein, what works for Henry D. Feldman, had charge of it after the failure; and I seen Feinstein strike them matches and put his seegar on the top from the desk."
"Thank you, Dr. Ryan. I should take this criminal back to Earth in chains, I suppose. But he's hardly worth the freightage. You men. Want to take him down to Mars and ground him there?" Ben grinned and touched his forelock. "Thank you, sir. We'd enjoy that." "Good. His pay reverts to the ship's fund. That's all, men." Feldman started to protest, but a fist lashed savagely against his mouth.
The patent-medicine branch of the Lobby had even brought out something called Nograine to use for self-treatment. "Something important?" Jake wanted to know. Feldman nodded. "How much weight do you swing in other villages, Jake?" "People sort of do me favors when I ask," Jake admitted.
Tell him everything is all right." "All right, Massa Tom. I'se gwine right off. I'se got t' look after mah mule, Boomerang, too. I'se gwine," and he shuffled away. "Who else besides Feldman got away?" asked Tom, looking alternately at the prisoners. They hesitated a moment about answering. "We might as well give up, I tell you," spoke Kurdy to Ransom.
For the twentieth time he examined the dissolution agreement which had ended the firm of Vesell & Potash, and then he sighed heavily and placed the document in his breast pocket. "Cost me enough, Noblestone, I could assure you," he said. "A hundred and fifty ain't much, Potash, for a big lawyer like Feldman," Noblestone commented. Abe flipped his fingers in a gesture of deprecation.
"Dan Feldman, if you touch those bottles until you've crawled across the floor on your face and apologized for the way you treated me the last few days, I'll cut your damned heart out." He shook his head, chuckling at the picture she made. There were times when he could almost see why he'd married her. "All right, Chris," he gave in. "I'll be darned if I'll crawl, but you've earned an apology.
Then it was too late, and his boot hit the gun savagely, knocking it from her hand. Life in the villages had hardened him surprisingly. She was comparatively helpless in his hands. A few minutes later, he had her bound securely with surgical tape Molly brought him. She raged furiously in the chair where he'd dumped her, then gave up. "They'll get you, Daniel Feldman!"
Each house was to be identical with the other in design, construction and material, and an appointment was then and there made for noon the next day at the office of Henry D. Feldman, attorney at law, for the purpose of more formally consummating the deal.
He left, forcing the protesting attendant to precede him. Feldman reached for the bill. It was blood money for letting a man die but it meant cigarettes and food or shelter for another night, if he could get a mission meal. He no longer could afford pride. Grimly, he pocketed the bill, staring at the face of the dead man. It looked back sightlessly, now showing a faint speckling of tiny dots.
"It wouldn't do no harm we should ring him up anyhow." "Go as far as you like, Abe," Morris said, and Abe started immediately for the telephone. "I spoke to Felix, Mawruss," he announced a few minutes later, "and Felix said he would go right down and see him. He ain't so stuck on paying Feldman a couple hundred dollars neither." Morris snorted indignantly.
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