Eliot Beekman's office said he was out—said he was not in New York—that he'd left that morning on the Empire State Express for Buffalo.
"Well, where is he in Buffalo?" asked Morehead.
They told him—at the Iroquois Hotel.
"Tell him that Colonel Morehead called him up," said the Colonel; "and that I want to see him the minute he returns."
Wilkinson nervously tapped his foot upon the floor.
"I can't see what you want of Beekman?" he said.
Morehead's eyes narrowed.
"I want him to defend you, if these indictments come to trial, as probably they shall."
"What! That young fellow who calls at my house to see Leslie!" returned Wilkinson. "Why, we want the highest-priced counsel we can get. I want you, and Patrick Durand, but not one of the submerged like Beekman."