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--''

Ganser leaped to his feet, apoplectic.