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"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.
His tone was abrupt, 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.
"And," he ended, "I've got a detective looking up the rascal. He's a wretch a black wretch." "We can't take your case, Mr. Ganser," said Windisch. "It's wholly out of our line. We don't do that kind of work. I should say Beck and Brown were your people. They stand well, and at the same time they know all the tricks." "But they may play me the tricks." "I think not. They stand well at the bar."
Feuerstein ordered a round of beer with the air of a prince and without the slightest intention of paying for it. The young woman of the party was seated next to him. Even before he sat he recognized her as the daughter of Ganser, a rich brewer of the upper East Side. He had placed himself deliberately beside her, and he at once began advances.
"Yes, yes," sneered Peter, who was never polite, was always insultingly frank to any one who served him for pay. "I know that bar." "Well, Mr. Ganser," replied Windisch, angry but willing to take almost anything from a rich client, "I guess you can look out for yourself. Of course there's always danger, once you get outside the straight course of justice.
She glanced from father to daughter. "You haven't done him any harm and you might as well go." Peter eyed her in disgust. "You're as big a fool as my Lena," he said. "Come on, Lena." As Lena was leaving the room, she gave Hilda a malignant glance. "He's MY husband," she said spitefully, "and you're well, I wouldn't want to say what you are." "Move!" shouted Ganser, pushing her out of the room.
But he had worked too hard for his money not to wince as a plain man at what he endured and even courted as a seeker after position for the house of Ganser. He had hoped to be free to vent his ill-humor at home. He was therefore irritated by the discovery that an outsider was there to check him.
Do you know Ganser?" "Just a speaking acquaintance." "Excellent. What kind of a man is he?" "Stupid and ignorant, but not without a certain cunning. We can get at him all right, though. He's deadly afraid of social scandal. Wants to get into the German Club and become a howling swell. But he don't stand a chance, though he don't know it." "You'd better go to see him yourself," said Loeb.
"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.
He had soon put Hilda into the background and was busy with his plans for revenge upon Ganser "a vulgar animal who insulted me when I honored him by marrying his ugly gosling." Before he fell asleep that night he had himself wrought up to a state of righteous indignation. Ganser had cheated, had outraged him him, the great, the noble, the eminent.
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