“When do I get the money?” he asked.
“It is paid after your death.”
“Then it won't do me any good.”
“No; but suppose you have a wife and children—you would like to leave them something, wouldn't you?”
“I might live longer than my wife,” suggested the young man triumphantly.
Walter found that his new acquaintance could only be influenced by considerations of personal advantage, and was compelled to give up the attempt to insure him.
He kept on his way till he reached the house of Mr. Fishbach, to whom he had been recommended.
Fortunately for his purpose, the shoe shop in which the German was employed was closed for the day, and Walter found him at home mending a wagon in the back yard.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Fishbach,” said Walter, raising his hat politely.
“I don't know who you are,” answered Mr. Fishbach, with a scrutinizing glance.