"A verbal lease, hey?" he muttered.
Glaubmann nodded sadly.
"And this time there is witnesses," he said; and he related to his attorney the circumstances under which the original lease was made, together with the incident attending Kovner's visit to Ortelsburg's house.
"It looks like you're up against it, Glaubmann," Goldstein declared.
"But couldn't I claim that I was only bluffing the feller?" Glaubmann asked.
"Sure you could," Goldstein replied; "but when Kovner went to work and painted the house and fixed the plumbing he called your bluff, Glaubmann; so the only thing to do is to ask for an adjournment to-morrow."
"And suppose they won't give it to us?" Glaubmann asked.
Goldstein shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm a lawyer, Glaubmann—not a prophet," he said; "but if I know Henry D. Feldman you won't get any adjournment—so you may as well make your plans accordingly."
For a brief interval Glaubmann nodded his head slowly, and then he burst into a mirthless laugh.