Mr. Bohlmann looked up. "It is not the money, Mr. Stirling," he said,
still speaking in German. "See." He drew from a drawer in his desk a
check-book, and filling up a check, handed it to Peter. It was dated and
signed, but the amount was left blank. "There," he said, "I leave it to
you what is right."

"I think Mr. Dummer will feel we have not treated him fairly," said
Peter, "if we settle it in this way."

"Do not think of him. I will see that he has no cause for complaint,"
the brewer said. "Only let me know it is ended, so that my wife and my
daughters--" he choked, and ended the sentence thus.

"Very well," said Peter. "We'll drop the suits."

The husband and wife embraced each other in true German fashion.

Peter rose and came to the table. "Three of the cases were for five
thousand each, and the other two were for two thousand each," he said,
and then hesitated. He wished to be fair to both sides. "I will ask you
to fill in the check for eight thousand dollars. That will be two each
for three, and one each for two."

Mr. Bohlmann disengaged himself from his wife, and took his pen. "You do
not add your fee," he said.

"I forgot it," laughed Peter, and the couple laughed with him in their
happiness. "Make it for eight thousand, two hundred and fifty."