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"It's the truth," said Lena, beginning to cry. "I swear to God it's so. You can ask pa if it ain't. He's Mr. Ganser, the brewer." "Who sent you here to lie about him to me?" "Oh, you needn't put on. You knew he was married. I don't wonder you're mad. He's MY husband, while he's only been making a fool of YOU. You haven't got any shame."
"I want to pay you off right away quick. I think you and Loeb in cahoots. My detective, he says you both must have known about Feuerstein. He says you two were partners and knew his record. I'll expose you, if you don't settle now. Give me my bill." "It is impossible." Beck's tone was mild and persuasive. "All the items are not in." Ganser took out a roll of notes. "I pay you five hundred dollars.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Ganser. "Really, I've talked too much already, Mr. Ganser. I almost forgot, for the moment, that I'm representing Mr. Feuerstein. But, as between friends, I'd advise you to go to some good divorce lawyers a firm that is reputable but understands the ins and outs of the business, some firm like Beck and Brown. They can tell you exactly what to do."
Feuerstein became a sickly white. When she had disappeared, Ganser looked at him with cruel little eyes that sparkled. Feuerstein quailed. It was full half a minute before Ganser spoke. Then he went up to Feuerstein, stood on tiptoe and, waving his arms frantically above his head, yelled into his face "Rindsvieh!" as contemptuous an insult as one German can fling at another.
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.
"I bet you, pa'll make you wish you'd taken my advice," she said sullenly. But Feuerstein led her home. They went up stairs where Mrs. Ganser was seated, looking stupidly at a new bonnet as she turned it slowly round on one of her cushion-like hands. Feuerstein went to her and kissed her on the hang of her cheek. "Mother!" he said in a deep, moving voice. Mrs.
Lena's eyes were on the photograph again and her jealousy over-balanced fear. She laughed tauntingly. "Of course you're trying to brazen it out. Give me that picture! He's my husband!" Just then Ganser appeared in the doorway he did not trust his daughter and had followed her when he thought she was staying too long. At sight of him she began to weep again. "She won't believe me, pa," she said.
Down beside the bed she sank and buried her face in the covers. And there she lay, racked with the pain of her gaping wounds wounds to love, to trust, to pride, to self-respect. "Oh, God, let me die," she moaned. "I can't ever look anybody in the face again." A few days later Peter Ganser appeared before Beck, triumph flaunting from his stupid features. Beck instantly scented bad news.
"The young lady and her friends don't know about his marriage. It isn't necessary that any of them should know, except her. But she must be put on her guard. He might induce her to run away with him." "Rindsvieh!" muttered Ganser, his hair and whiskers bristling. "Dreck!" "I want to ask you, as a man and a father, to see that this young lady is warned. She'll be anxious enough to keep quiet.
He looked about with a proprietary sense "I'll marry this little idiot," he said to himself. "Maybe my nest won't be downy, and maybe I won't lie at my ease in it!" He met Mrs. Ganser and had the opportunity to see just what Lena would look and be twenty years thence. Mrs. Ganser moved with great reluctance and difficulty.
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