``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