They came to a small town soon, and stopped at a filling station across from a church. Pearl used the phone while Joe had the car gassed up. He questioned the attendant and found that the priest lived right next door to the church, and that he usually was in at this time of the evening.
When the car had been serviced, he pulled it over to the side and waited until Pearl came out of the station.
"Did you get her?" he asked.
"Yes. She'll be waiting for us."
"Good. You stay with the kids while I go see the priest."
Joe crossed the street and went up to the door of the parish house. He rang the bell. The housekeeper came to the door and welcomed him in with a smile.
"Father Lengowski will be out in a moment," she said, indicating a chair in the waiting room.
Joe had barely settled himself when the priest walked in. He was a jovial type, and his voice was booming. "What can I do for you, young man?" he asked.
"I don't know," said Joe hesitantly, "I came for a little information, and perhaps for a little advice."