rolling.''

Peter felt it rolling over him, tons heavy. ``What you talk
about?'' he said, on his guard but eager.

``It's an outrage that honest men should be thus laid open to
attack,'' continued Travis in a sympathetic tone. ``But if the
law permits these outrages, it also provides remedies. Your
daughter's mistake may cost you a little something, but there
need be no scandal.''

``What do you mean by that?'' asked Ganser.

``Really, I've talked too much already, Mr. Ganser. I almost
forgot, for the moment, that I'm representing Mr. Feuerstein.
But, as between friends, I'd advise you to go to some good
divorce lawyers--a firm that is reputable but understands the ins
and outs of the business, some firm like Beck and Brown. They
can tell you exactly what to do.''

Ganser regarded his ``friend'' suspiciously but credulously.
``I'll see,'' he said. ``But I won't pay a cent.''

``Right you are, sir! And there may be a way out of it without
paying. But Beck can tell you.'' Travis made a motion toward
the inside pocket of his coat, then pretended to change his mind.
``I came here to serve the papers on you,'' he said
apologetically. ``But I'll take the responsibility of
delaying--it can't make Feuerstein any less married, and your
daughter's certainly safe in her father's care. I'll wait in the