“What is that?”
“Your courts here, and the value of this old Mexican’s deposition. The case could be brought in a Federal Court as you’re a non-resident, which would solve the first point, but how much weight would this Mexican’s testimony have against white men of standing and after a period of thirty years. If you could find another witness–––”
“There was one, a white boy, so Martinez hinted,” Weir said.
“Find him, find him. Search the whole country until you find him!”
“That’s a big undertaking, when I don’t even know his name or whether he’s alive.”
“Begin nevertheless.”
“Well, I had better find my lost paper or secure another statement from old Saurez first. At present I have absolutely nothing that a court would look at; I haven’t as much as I had yesterday. And even Martinez has been spirited away.”
Pollock smiled.
“I’m interested, greatly interested,” he said. “I’m not actively engaged in legal affairs at home and I may stay on here awhile longer. Perhaps I can assist you; 207 it promises excitement, at any rate. After dry corporation matters, it should be a refreshing change––and I haven’t had a real vacation in years. Possibly this is the time to take one.”
“I appreciate your kindness in speaking so, Mr. Pollock.”