Morally I felt sure that the worm that had worked deepest into his bone was the fact that my guardian, whose name, as the reader may recall, I had made use of as an introduction, had not in fact written "Tottenham on Perpetuities" at all.
Thus I passed out of the office of Haight & Foster much as I had slipped in--quite unostentatiously.

All hope of success along the slow and difficult lines of legitimate practice faded from my mind.
Whether I willed it or not, as a criminal attorney I was destined to make my bread.
There was now no reason why Gottlieb and I should any longer conceal our partnership, and we decided, therefore, to go into things on a much larger scale than theretofore, and hired a suite of offices on Centre Street, near the Tombs, where we could be within easy reach of the majority of our clients.

A sign some forty feet long and three feet wide ran along the entire front of the building, bearing the names Gottlieb & Quibble.

Our own offices were in the rear, the front rooms being given over to clerks, runners, and process servers.

A huge safe bought for a few dollars at an auction stood in the entrance chamber, but we used it only as a receptacle for coal, its real purpose being simply to impress our clients.
We kept but few papers and needed practically no books; what we had were thrown around indiscriminately, upon chairs, tables--even on the floor.