The Fortune Hunter by David Graham Phillips
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``Get out!'' he shouted, ``I don't speak with you!''
``As an officer of the court, Mr. Ganser,'' said Travis suavely, ``it is my painful duty to insist upon a hearing. We lawyers can't select our clients. We must do our best for all comers. Our firm has sent me out of kindly feeling for you. We are all men of family, like yourself, and, when the case was forced on us, we at once tried to think how we could be of service to you--of course, while doing our full legal duty by our client. I've come in the hope of helping you to avoid the disgrace of publicity.'' ``Get out!'' growled Peter. ``I know lawyers--they're all thieves. Get out!'' But Travis knew that Peter wished him to stay. ``I needn't enlarge on our client--Mr. Feuerstein. You know he's an actor. You know how they crave notoriety. You know how eager the newspapers are to take up and make a noise about matters of this kind.'' Peter was sweating profusely, and had to seat himself. ``It's outrageous!'' he groaned in German. ``Feuerstein has ordered us to have your daughter brought into court at once--to-morrow. He's your daughter's lawful husband and she's well beyond the legal age. Of course, he can't compel her to live with him or you to support him. But he can force the courts to inquire publicly. And I'm sorry to say we'll not be able to restrain him or the press, once he gets the ball to |
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