of court.'' And Peter bustled and slammed his way out.

Beck telephoned Loeb, and they took lunch together. ``Ganser has
found out about Feuerstein's wife,'' was Beck's opening remark.

Loeb drew his lip back over his teeth.

``I wish I'd known it two hours sooner. I let Feuerstein have
ten dollars more.''

``More?''

``More. He's had ninety-five on account. I relied on you to
handle the brewer.''

``And we're out our expenses in getting ready for trial.''

``Well--you'll send Ganser a heavy bill.''

Beck shook his head dismally. ``That's the worst of it. He
called me a swindler, said he'd show that you and I were in a
conspiracy, and dared me to send him a bill. And in the
circumstances I don't think I will.''

Loeb gave Beck a long and searching look which Beck bore without
flinching.

``No, I don't think you will send him a bill,'' said Loeb slowly.
``But how much did he pay you?''