"Not from the Stanley Junction depot, I fancy," observed the lawyer.
"No, he will probably get on at the limits, or down at Acton, and take the train there."
"See here," spoke up Slavin suddenly—"leave this to me, will you?"
"How do you mean?" inquired Ralph.
"Send your man with me," said Slavin to the lawyer. "The railroad people will give me every chance to nab my man, if I tell them it's for Ralph Fairbanks."
"Very good," nodded the lawyer with satisfaction, "try it with my man, if you will."
There was so much to discuss, that Ralph, Van, and the two ladies sat up until long past midnight.
Just as they were retiring, the lawyer's messenger appeared at the front door of the cottage.
"O.K.," he said, with a chuckle.
"Got your man?" asked Van.
"Sure thing. Farrington sneaked on to the train at Acton, disguised, and hid in a sleeper. The conductor knew Fairbanks here, and Slavin did the rest. Snaked him out of his berth, and made him acknowledge our legal demand. He's off for Europe, but I'll warrant won't tangle up his affairs here by letting you sue. But he has al-
