the fortune hunter(闯世界的人)-第20章
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Feuerstein。 He says you two were partners and knew his record。 I'll
expose you； if you don't settle now。 Give me my bill。''
‘‘It is impossible。'' Beck's tone was mild and persuasive。 ‘‘All the
items are not in。''
Ganser took out a roll of notes。 ‘‘I pay you five hundred dollars。
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Take it or fight。 I want a full receipt。 I discharge you now。''
‘‘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。''
‘‘And we're out our expenses in getting ready for trial。''
‘‘Wellyou'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？''
‘‘Not a centnothing but insults。''
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Loeb finished his luncheon in silence。 But he and Beck separated on
the friendliest terms。 Loeb was too practical a philosopher to hate
another man for doing that which he would have done himself if he had
had the chance。 At his office he told a clerk to send Feuerstein a note；
asking him to call the next morning。 When Feuerstein came into the
anteroom the gimlet…eyed office boy disappeared through one of the doors
in the partition and reappeared after a longer absence than usual。 He
looked at Feuerstein with a cynical； contemptuous smile in his eyes。
‘‘Mr。 Loeb asks me to tell you；'' he said； ‘‘with his compliments； that
you are a bigamist and a swindler； and that if you ever show your face
here again he'll have you locked up。''
Feuerstein staggered and paledthere was no staginess in his manner。
Then without a word he slunk away。 He had not gone far up Center
Street before a hand was laid upon his shoulder from behind。 He stopped
as if he had been shot； he shivered； he slowly； and with a look of
fascinated horror； turned to see whose hand had arrested him。
He was looking into the laughing face of a man who was obviously a
detective。
‘‘You don't seem glad to see me； old boy；'' said the detective with
contemptuous familiarity。
‘‘I don't know you； sir。'' Feuerstein made a miserable attempt at
haughtiness。
‘‘Of course you don't。 But I know YOUall about you。 Come in
here and let's sit down a minute。''
They went into a saloon and the detective ordered two glasses of beer。
‘‘Now listen to me； young fellow；'' he said。
‘‘You're played out in this town。 You've got to get a move on you；
see？ We've been looking you up； and you're wanted for bigamy。 But if
you clear out； you won't be followed。 You've got to leave today；
understand？ If you're here to…morrow morning； up the road you go。''
The detective winked and waggled his thumb meaningly in a northerly
direction。
Feuerstein was utterly crushed。 He gulped down the beer and sat
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wiping the sweat from his face。 ‘‘I have done nothing；'' he protested in
tragic tones。 ‘‘Why am I persecutedI； poor； friendless； helpless？''
‘‘Pity about you；'' said the detective。
‘‘You'd better go west and start again。 Why not try honest work？
It's not so bad； they say； once you get broke in。'' He rose and shook
hands with Feuerstein。 ‘‘So long；'' he said。 ‘‘Good luck！ Don't
forget！'' And again he winked and waggled his thumb in the direction of
the penitentiary。
Feuerstein went to his lodgings； put on all the clothes he could wear
without danger of attracting his landlady's attention； filled his pockets and
the crown of his hat with small articles； and fled to Hoboken。
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CHAPTER IX
AN IDYL OF PLAIN PEOPLE
Hilda had not spent her nineteen years in the glare of the Spartan
publicity in which the masses live without establishing a character。 Just
as she knew all the good points and bad in all the people of that
community； so they knew all hers； and therefore knew what it was possible
for her to do and what impossible。 And if a baseless lie is swift of foot
where everybody minutely scrutinizes everybody else； it is also scant of
breath。 Sophie's scandal soon dwindled to a whisper and expired； and the
kindlier and probable explanation of Hilda's wan face and downcast eyes
was generally accepted。
Her code of morals and her method of dealing with moral questions
were those of all the people about herstrict； severe； primitive。
Feuerstein was a cheat； a traitor。 She cast him out of her heartcast him
out at once and utterly and for ever。 She could think of him only with
shame。 And it seemed to her that she was herself no longer pureshe had
touched pitch； how could she be undefiled？
She accepted these conclusions and went about her work； too busy to
indulge in hysteria of remorse； repining； self…examination。
She avoided Otto； taking care not to be left alone with him when he
called on Sundays； and putting Sophie between him and her when he came
up to them in the Square。 But Otto was awaiting his chance； and when it
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