The Fortune Hunter [20]
just at the moment. But I thought''--Feuerstein halted.
``That we'd take the case as a speculation? Well, to oblige an old client, we will. But you must agree to give us all we can get over and above five thousand--half what we get if it's below that.''
``Those are hard terms,'' remonstrated Feuerstein. The more he had thought on his case, the larger his expectations had become.
``Very generous terms, in the circumstances. You can take it or leave it.''
``I can't do anything without you. I accept.''
``Very well.'' Loeb took up his pen, as if he were done with Feuerstein, but went on: ``And you're SURE that the--the FORMER Mrs. Feuerstein is divorced--and won't turn up?''
``Absolutely. She swore she'd never enter any country where I was.''
``Has she any friends who are likely to hear of this?''
``She knew no one here.''
``All right. Go into the room to the left there. Mr. Travis or Mr. Gordon will take your statement of the facts--names, dates, all details. Good morning.''
Feuerstein went to Travis, small and sleek, smooth and sly. When Travis had done with him, he showed him out. ``Call day after to-morrow,'' he said, ``and when you come, ask for me. Mr. Loeb never bothers with these small cases.''
Travis reported to Loeb half an hour later, when Feuerstein's statement had been typewritten. Loeb read the statement through twice with great care.
``Most complete, Mr. Travis,'' was his comment. ``You've done a good piece of work.'' He sat silent, drumming noiselessly on the table with his stumpy, hairy, fat fingers. At last he began: ``It ought to be worth at least twenty thousand. 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.
``I'll be glad to do it, Mr. Loeb. Isn't your man--this Feuerstein--a good bit to the queer?''
``A dead beat--one of the worst kind--the born gentleman. You've noticed, perhaps, that where a man or woman has been brought up to live without work, to live off other people's work, there's nothing they wouldn't stoop to, to keep on living that way. As for this chap, if he had got started right, he'd be operating up in the Fifth Avenue district. He used to have a wife. He SAYS he's divorced.''
Loeb and Travis looked each at the other significantly. ``I see,'' said Travis.
``Neither side wants scandal. Still, I think you're right, that Ganser's good for twenty thousand.''
``You can judge better after you've felt him,'' replied Loeb. ``You'd better go at once. Give him the tip that Feuerstein's about to force him to produce his daughter in court. But you understand. Try to induce him to go to Beck.'' Travis grinned and Loeb's eyes twinkled. ``You might lay it on strong about Feuerstein's actor-craze for getting into the papers.''
``That's a grand idea,'' exclaimed Travis. ``I don't think I'll suggest any sum if he agrees to go to Beck. Beck can get at least five thousand more out of him than any other lawyer in town.''
``Beck's the wonder,'' said Loeb.
``LOEB and Beck,'' corrected Travis in a flattering tone.
Loeb waved his hot, fat head gently to and fro as if a pleasant cooling stream were being played upon it. ``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,'' said Travis with deference. ``As you know, I am with Loeb, Lynn, Levy and McCafferty. Our client, Mr. Feuerstein--''
``That we'd take the case as a speculation? Well, to oblige an old client, we will. But you must agree to give us all we can get over and above five thousand--half what we get if it's below that.''
``Those are hard terms,'' remonstrated Feuerstein. The more he had thought on his case, the larger his expectations had become.
``Very generous terms, in the circumstances. You can take it or leave it.''
``I can't do anything without you. I accept.''
``Very well.'' Loeb took up his pen, as if he were done with Feuerstein, but went on: ``And you're SURE that the--the FORMER Mrs. Feuerstein is divorced--and won't turn up?''
``Absolutely. She swore she'd never enter any country where I was.''
``Has she any friends who are likely to hear of this?''
``She knew no one here.''
``All right. Go into the room to the left there. Mr. Travis or Mr. Gordon will take your statement of the facts--names, dates, all details. Good morning.''
Feuerstein went to Travis, small and sleek, smooth and sly. When Travis had done with him, he showed him out. ``Call day after to-morrow,'' he said, ``and when you come, ask for me. Mr. Loeb never bothers with these small cases.''
Travis reported to Loeb half an hour later, when Feuerstein's statement had been typewritten. Loeb read the statement through twice with great care.
``Most complete, Mr. Travis,'' was his comment. ``You've done a good piece of work.'' He sat silent, drumming noiselessly on the table with his stumpy, hairy, fat fingers. At last he began: ``It ought to be worth at least twenty thousand. 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.
``I'll be glad to do it, Mr. Loeb. Isn't your man--this Feuerstein--a good bit to the queer?''
``A dead beat--one of the worst kind--the born gentleman. You've noticed, perhaps, that where a man or woman has been brought up to live without work, to live off other people's work, there's nothing they wouldn't stoop to, to keep on living that way. As for this chap, if he had got started right, he'd be operating up in the Fifth Avenue district. He used to have a wife. He SAYS he's divorced.''
Loeb and Travis looked each at the other significantly. ``I see,'' said Travis.
``Neither side wants scandal. Still, I think you're right, that Ganser's good for twenty thousand.''
``You can judge better after you've felt him,'' replied Loeb. ``You'd better go at once. Give him the tip that Feuerstein's about to force him to produce his daughter in court. But you understand. Try to induce him to go to Beck.'' Travis grinned and Loeb's eyes twinkled. ``You might lay it on strong about Feuerstein's actor-craze for getting into the papers.''
``That's a grand idea,'' exclaimed Travis. ``I don't think I'll suggest any sum if he agrees to go to Beck. Beck can get at least five thousand more out of him than any other lawyer in town.''
``Beck's the wonder,'' said Loeb.
``LOEB and Beck,'' corrected Travis in a flattering tone.
Loeb waved his hot, fat head gently to and fro as if a pleasant cooling stream were being played upon it. ``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,'' said Travis with deference. ``As you know, I am with Loeb, Lynn, Levy and McCafferty. Our client, Mr. Feuerstein--''