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.''