"But let him keep it, by all means!" "Why," I exclaimed, "he has done nothing to earn such a fee.

He merely got up and said that you had no scienter--whatever that is.
It is not worth more than ten dollars." "Ten dollars!" shouted Gottlieb.

"Ten dollars! Why scienter is one of the most complicated and technical defences known to the law.

Ten dollars! Scienter is worth a thousand! Your rascally friend got his money for nothing, didn't he?
He's lucky to be outside the bars--for if I ever saw a guilty man he's one.

Get along, both of you, or I'll call an officer!" And with that Gottlieb slipped inside his office and banged the door.
"Come along, Quib!" urged Tony; "there's a great deal of truth in what he says.