Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-21
CHAPTER VIII.-(Continued.)

The Mysterious Appointment.
/1YO girl this time" replied Williams un-
M suspectingly. Fellow who gives me
money wants to see me"
He hurried out of the room. and before the
door slammed behind him Swanson had leaped
from bed and was dressing with great haste
Fellow that owes him money" he snorted.
"Kohinoor that was Easy Ed Edwards calling
him"
What are you going to do?" inquired Nc
Carthy.
Get a move on yourself" ordered the giant.
Something is up and ! want to know what it
is Wait minute" he added, II by sudden
inspiration, and ran to the telephone
Hello" he said TO the operator. Can you
tell me where that call for Mr. Williams came
from just now? He has forgotten which hotel
he is TO meet his friend at" Thank you,"
he said after a moments wait
Hurry. He's going TO the Metropolis Hotel"
he ordered I'VE must catch up with him"
They dressed with the speed Of men &C
customed to changing clothing four or five
times a day, and before Williams had been
FIVE minutes on his way they we're racing for
the elevator. From the doorman Of the hotel
they learned that Williams had walked, and
Swanson, hastily leaping into a waiting taxi
cab ordered the driver to make all possible
speed TO the corner nearest the Metropolis
Hotel.
What Is up7" asked Mccarthy, as they
settled back in the cushions of the taxi as It
lurched over the pavement.
There is something funny going in this
ball club" said Swanson, painting a little from
excitement and the exertion OF their rapid
movements And am going to find out what
1t IS. Whatever It IS Williams is mixed up In
IT, He's been acting of color for two weeks. l
want to find out why he is meeting Edwards
tonight and what is mp"
What do you think" asked Mccarthy.
Il haven't got It figured out" said Swanson,
scratching his head. There has been some
thing wrong for two weeks-ever since you
Joined the club Williams hasn't been natural.
He acts mysterious off the field and worse
than that on 1t. He has only one OF his
last three games, and ought to have lost them
all the way he pitched. ! know Clancy is
watching him all the time"
The taxi jerked TO a stop at the corner OPP
posite the hotel, and Swanson. after recon
noitering carefully, led the way across the
street and into the cafe
Il used to know this place like a book when
] was hitting the booze" he said. They'll be
in here-or don't know Williams. Let's take
the corner booth SO we can see who comes
in and goes out"
Five minutes later two men came through
the swinging doors from the hotel lobby
Swanson, half hidden in the shadow, could see
them, but Mccarthy was out Of the range OF
vision. Swanson drew back deeper into the
booth.
Who is it?" inquired Mccarthy in a whisper
"Sh-h! It's Williams and Edwards They're
going into the booth next to us. Put your
ear close to the partition. I'd give farm to
hear them"
The players slipped their soft drinks. while
In turn they strove TO hear what was passing
in the next booth. Occasionally they could
distinguish voice, but the words we're unin-
telligible. the double thickness of oak cutting
of the sound
Ten minutes Of vain listening ensued Then
a heavy man In evening clothes hurried into
the cafe, and after a hasty glance into the
booths entered the in which Edwards and
Williams were waiting. The eavesdropping