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As it is the best way is to bluff the old brewer. He doesn't want publicity; neither do you. But you know he doesn't, and he doesn't know that you love quiet." "Ganser treated me infamously. He must sweat for it. I'm nothing if not a good hater." "No doubt," said Loeb dryly. "And you have rights which the law safeguards." "What shall I do?" "Leave that to us.
As I understand it, your main point is no publicity?" "That's right," replied Ganser. "No newspapers no trial." "Then Beck and Brown. Drive as close a bargain as you can. But you'll have to give up a few thousands, I'm afraid." Ganser went over into Nassau Street and found Beck in his office. He gazed with melancholy misgivings at this lean man with hair and whiskers of a lifeless black.
Feuerstein caught up his soft hat from the hall table and hurried out. As he passed, Ganser tried to kick him but failed ludicrously because his short, thick leg would not reach. At the bottom of the steps Feuerstein turned and waved his fists wildly. Ganser waved his fists at Feuerstein and, shaking his head so violently that his hanging cheeks flapped back and forth, bellowed: "Rindsvieh!
"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 blinked and looked helplessly at Lena. "I'm married, ma," explained Lena. "It's Mr. Feuerstein." And she gave her silly laugh. Mrs. Ganser grew slowly pale. "Your father," she at last succeeded in articulating. "Ach!" She lifted her arm, thick as a piano leg, and resumed the study of her new bonnet. "Won't you welcome me, mother?" asked Feuerstein, his tone and attitude dignified appeal.
"But I'll take the responsibility of delaying it can't make Feuerstein any less married, and your daughter's certainly safe in her father's care. I'll wait in the hope that YOU'LL take the first step." Ganser lost no time in going to his own lawyers Fisher, Windisch and Carteret, in the Postal Telegraph Building. He told Windisch the whole story.
He has a bad reputation I see you know that already. But it's nothing to what he will have when it comes out that he's been trying to marry a young lady down town since he married your daughter." "But it mustn't come out!" exclaimed Ganser. "I won't have it. This scandal has disgraced me enough." "That's what I came to see you about," said Otto.
"She can go in and see the young lady alone and come out without speaking to anybody else. I'll promise you there'll be no risk." Ganser thought it over and decided to take Otto's advice. They discussed Mr. Feuerstein for several minutes, and when Otto left, Ganser followed him part of the way down the stoop, shaking hands with him.
If you do, there won't be any scandal at least not from there." "I'll go down and warn her. Where is she? I'll speak to her father." "And have him make a row? No, there's only one way. Send your daughter to her." "But you don't know my daughter. She's a born " Just in time Ganser remembered that he was talking to a stranger and talking about his daughter. "She wouldn't do it right," he finished.
Ganser's mouth opened and shut slowly several times and his whiskers bristled. "Is this fellow telling the truth?" he asked Lena in a tone that made her shiver and shrink away from her husband. She began to cry. "He made me do it, pa," she whined. "Go to your mother," shouted Ganser, pointing his pudgy finger tremulously toward the door. "Move!" Lena, drying her eyes with her sleeve, fled.
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