"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 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."