``Yes, but I didn't get anything.''

Otto looked so down that the ticket-seller was moved to pity, to
generosity.

``Well, I'll give you a tip. Keep after him; keep your eye on
him. He's got a rich father-in-law.''

Otto leaned heavily on the sill of the little window.
``Father-in-law?'' A sickening suspicion peered into his mind.

``He was full the other night and he told one of our people he
was married to a rich man's daughter.''

``Was the name Brauner?'' asked Otto.

``He didn't name any names. But--let me think--they say it's a
daughter of a brewer, away up town. Yes, Ganser--I think that
was the name.''

``Oh!'' Otto's face brightened. ``Where is Ganser's place?'' he
asked.

``I don't know--look in the directory. But the tip is to wait a
few days. He hasn't got hold of any of the old man's money
yet--there's some hitch. There'll be plenty for all when it
comes, so you needn't fret.''

Otto went to the brewery, but Peter had gone home. Otto went on
to the house and Peter came down to the brilliant parlor, where