_Hidden Foes_
The disappearance and dramatic reappearance of Swanson and Kennedy, who
was released from the hospital after the game, was the sensation of the
country for twelve hours; then it was paled into insignificance by a
new sensation that caused a wave of indignation and an insistent demand
for proof from all parts of the country and left the Bears dazed by the
series of events that crowded upon them.
The second sensation was the printing of an article in one of the
foremost papers of their city in which the charge was made that one
member of the Bear team had been bribed; indeed, had been put on the
team with the sole end that he might throw games and force the
championship upon the Panthers.
The article created a furore which caused the public to forget the
mysterious circumstances surrounding the disappearance of Swanson and
Kennedy.
Although no name was mentioned, the facts set forth fitted only
McCarthy, the new third baseman, and rallied all the admirers of the
lithe red-headed boy to his side and set loose a storm of anger and
suspicion directed upon him by those who criticised his playing or
opposed him through prejudice.
Manager Clancy, after an anxious evening and night trying to get at the
facts of the case of Swanson and Kennedy, and getting Kennedy out of
the hospital, was the first of the Bears to see the new attack. He
read the entire article from end to end, and going to his apartment he
telephoned for McCarthy, Swanson, Kennedy and Secretary Tabor to come
to his rooms at once.
Manager Clancy was waiting, striding up and down the room restlessly
and as the three players entered, he unceremoniously shooed his wife
into the next room before she had a chance to defend her boys.
"Fellows," said the manager quietly, "I sent for you because you seem
to know more what's going on than the others do. I suppose none of you
has read this article in this morning's paper. I'll read it to you."
As he read, the players began to look one at the other and ejaculations
of surprise and anger came from them. When Clancy reached the portion
of the article telling of the player joining the Bears, McCarthy sprang
from his chair.
"Why," he exclaimed, flushing angrily, "why, he means me."
"It's a d----n shame," roared Swanson. "I'll wring his neck."
"Let me finish," said Clancy, and completed the reading. At the end
the players broke into excited questions and threats and Clancy said:
"Now, see here, boys; we're against a tough proposition. This article
is just part of it. I wanted to talk things over with you fellows.
I've sent for Technicalities, and want to find out a few things from
him. Now you fellows tell me all you know. By the way, you needn't
shy at using Williams's name. I'm not saying he's guilty, but I know
he's the one you have been watching."
Detail by detail they described to the manager the events of the
preceding days.
"Keep quiet about all that. The case is one we can't beat except on
the ball field. Every one of us is certain that Edwards has bribed
Williams and that he has lined up this big politician, Barney Baldwin,
and now they've dished up this story about McCarthy to try to drive him
out of the game. Are you game to stand what the crowd will do to you
to-day, Kohinoor?"
"I'll play," replied McCarthy grimly.
"Better stuff your ears with cotton if we're losing," advised the
manager. "This crowd will turn on you in a second and accuse you of
more than the paper did, if you make an error or two. It will be worse
if you stay out of the game. Then they'll think the story is true and
that I've laid you off for throwing games. I have a plan. I'm going
to act as if I believe McCarthy is trying to throw games."
"Thanks," said McCarthy, gripping the manager's hand gratefully, just
as a knock sounded on the door and Technicalities Feehan entered.
"I regret exceedingly my absence when you wanted me, Mr. Clancy," he
said. "I have just returned and have been reading this absurd article
reflecting upon the integrity of Mr. McCarthy."
"What do you think of it?" asked Swanson.
"Absurd. The figures prove directly the contrary. Let me read to you
some of my recent calculations"----
"Never mind--never mind," protested Clancy. "Save them for the paper.
What I wanted to find out is who is this fellow Barney Baldwin?"
"Baldwin," said Feehan calmly, "is a politician, accused of much
crooked work. I do not know that he ever has been convicted"----
"Meantime," remarked Feehan calmly, "I shall attempt to discover the
relations existing between Mr. Edwards, the gamester, and this person
who wrote this attack. I shall have some statistics to show the
editor"----
"Never mind the statistics," said Clancy, cutting off Feehan before he
could bestride his hobby, "I want you to find out who was back of the
fellow who wrote that article; whether anyone bribed him to do it. I'm
beginning to think we are dealing with bigger men than Ed Edwards.
"Now see here, fellows," he added frowning worriedly, "we're up against
the toughest proposition we ever tackled, but we can beat it. The best
way to beat them is to pretend we don't suspect a thing and let them
work out their own schemes"----"Hello, come in," he called in response
to a rap on the door. "Oh, it's you, Bannard! How are you? I'm just
having a little talk with the boys. How are things to-day?"
He feigned an indifferent manner.
"Pretty good, Bill. Team all right?" asked the president. "I heard
two of the boys got mixed up in a barroom scrap."
"I was just warning them about that," said Clancy. "These are the two
(he pointed to Kennedy and Swanson). I was warning them that a lot of
tough mugs in this burg are likely to get excited over baseball these
days and ball players ought to stick close to the hotel."
"Glad they're not much hurt," said Bannard easily, looking at the
battered athletes. "How is the pitching staff? By the way, who is
working to-day?"
"It's Williams's turn," said Clancy steadily. "Why?"
"Why, that's what I came to see about," replied the president frankly.
"That friend of mine--the one I spoke to you about the other day--wants
to see him pitch. I'm starting West at noon and I told him I'd ask you
as a favor. He was pretty sore because you didn't put him in the other
time I asked you."
"All right. Always glad to oblige when possible," said Clancy grimly.
"Why didn't you ask who his friend is?" inquired Swanson when Bannard
departed.
"Bonehead, fool, slow thinker," said Clancy. "I ought to bench myself
for not thinking of it. I'll find out the first time I see him."
The players laughed nervously and departed from the room. Scarcely had
McCarthy and Swanson reached their quarters when the telephone girl
called to tell McCarthy an important call had been coming in for half
an hour.
"Very well, connect me," said McCarthy.
He recognized Helen Baldwin's voice, and it shook with emotion, as she
made certain she was talking to him.
"Oh, Larry," she said, "I must see you! I must--to-night, if possible!
Please come!"
"What is the matter, Helen?" he asked anxiously. "It's impossible to
come to-night--and after the last"----
"I know, I know, Larry," she said rapidly. "Please, please forget all
that. I didn't understand! I didn't know! I've found out something
that showed me how bad and wicked I have been. I didn't mean to bring
harm to you"----
"Uncle came home," she said. "He'd been drinking. He made terrible
threats against you."
"I'll be up to-night," said McCarthy.
"Better look out--it's a trap," warned Swanson, who had heard McCarthy
promise to call that night.
"There's something wrong up there," replied McCarthy. "I'm going to
Baldwin's house to-night."
They went downstairs talking in low tones. On the parlor floor Betty
Tabor was sitting reading. She had scarcely spoken to McCarthy since
the day she had heard him in conversation with Helen Baldwin.
Impulsively she dropped her book and came toward him with her hand
outstretched.
"Mr. McCarthy," she said rapidly, "I wanted to tell you--I do not
believe a word of these horrible things the paper says about you. It
is hateful! I told them they were false. I didn't think they'd dare
tell others"----
"Them?" inquired McCarthy. "Then you've heard this story before?"
"Yes," she admitted. "I refused to listen--I knew there was not a word
of truth in the stories. I knew you were honest"----
"I thank you very much, Miss Tabor," he said quietly. "I shall not
need to ask who told you."
"I only wanted you to know I believed in you," she said simply, and as
he looked into her eyes, she lowered them with a quick blush and
hastened to recover her book.