in cahoots. My detective, he says you both must have known about
Feuerstein. He says you two were partners and knew his record.
I'll expose you, if you don't settle now. Give me my bill.''

``It is impossible.'' Beck's tone was mild and persuasive.
``All the items are not in.''

Ganser took out a roll of notes. ``I pay you five hundred
dollars. Take it or fight. I want a full receipt. I discharge
you now.''

``My dear sir, we do not give our services for any such sum as
that.''

``Yes you do. And you don't get a cent more. If I go out of
here without my full receipt, I fight. I expose you, you
swindler.''

Peter was shouting at the top of his lusty lungs. Beck wrote a
receipt and handed it to him. Peter read it and handed it back.
``I'm not as big a fool as I look,'' he said. ``That ain't a
full receipt.''

Beck wrote again. ``Anything to get you out of the office,'' he
said, as he tossed the five hundred dollars into a drawer. ``And
when your family gets you into trouble again--''

Peter snorted. ``Shut up!'' he shouted, banging his fist on the
desk. ``And don't you tell the papers. If anything come out, I
expose you. My lawyer, Mr. Windisch, say he can have you put out