money and the influence and, old as I am, I've still got the brain to bedevil you both until you'll wish that you were dead. There'll be no city big enough and no village small enough for you to hide in. The only dollar you'll ever get again will be by begging. You understand me?"
"We hear your actionable threats."
"All right. Read that!"
He moved stiffly to the table, took a paper from the drawer and threw it toward the lawyer. The lawyer hesitated, stooped and picked it up.
He read it and his hands dropped at his sides.
Peewee watched him curiously, wondering what this meant.
"All right," the lawyer said. "I'm through."
Lampert swore loudly. "You're what?" he asked.
"I'm through. I drop the case. You'll drop it too, if you are wise."
Lampert moved angrily to seize the paper, but stopped at the lawyer's gesture.
"You'll permit me, Mr. Beman," the lawyer inquired, "to read this to my client?"
Peewee strained forward in his excitement to
