"That's it. Where shall we find him?" inquired the lawyer.
"I don't know. I suppose you might call up his wife on Vernon Avenue and find out. Of course, she need not know what our business is with her old man...."
"Of course not."
In a few minutes he was talking to her over the telephone. "The Elder is in the southern part of the State," Baptiste could hear.
"Yes, madam; but what place.... I see.... He will be there over Sunday you say?... I understand.... What do I want with him? Why, I have a little personal matter with him.... Yes ... that is all."
The attorney turned and advised him where the Elder was, and would be there until after Sunday, and as that day was Wednesday, Baptiste breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's the town near where I first knew him. I was born within four miles of it."
"Indeed! Something of a coincidence."
"Indeed so."
"I'll get these papers off to the sheriff down there on the evening train. He'll get them tomorrow morning, and should get service on him tomorrow afternoon."