Loeb shrugged his shoulders. "Ridiculous!" he said. "Possibly the five without the twenty. And how do you expect to pay us?"
"I'm somewhat pressed just at the moment. But I thought"—Feuerstein halted.
"That we'd take the case as a speculation? Well, to oblige an old client, we will. But you must agree to give us all we can get over and above five thousand—half what we get if it's below that."
"Those are hard terms," remonstrated Feuerstein. The more he had thought on his case, the larger his expectations had become.
"Very generous terms, in the circumstances. You can take it or leave it."
"I can't do anything without you. I accept."
"Very well." Loeb took up his pen, as if he were done with Feuerstein, but went on: "And you're SURE that the—the FORMER Mrs. Feuerstein is divorced—and won't turn up?"
"Absolutely. She swore she'd never enter any country where I was."
"Has she any friends who are likely to hear of this?"
"She knew no one here."