Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-12

Kennedy. i've had to fight him in every game
to get him to pitch fast"
What think and what can prove are diff
ferent things" growled the shortstop. I've
got my suspicious Now we're after proof
Come on If he as to meet anyone there the
one he was to meet is in ahead of him"
What are you going to dor" inquired Ken
nedy
Well walk in and get glass of beer, as if
casually. Keep your ears open and your
eyes. l don't know this place"
The two players walked to the corner. crossed
the street and went into the saloon without an
effort at concealment The place appeared
empty, save for a bartender who was washing
glasses behind the bar, and heavy. coarse fea.
tured man lOunging near the end of the bar
with half consumed hghball before him.
Gimme beer" ordered Swanson, throwing
a coin OLto the bar. "Whatn you have, Benz"
Make it two" replied Kennedy
They glanced carelessly around the room
while the bartender was drawing the beer
There was no sign Of Williams, and only a
narrow doorway, leading somewhere toward the
rear. gave clue as to his probable egress from
the barroom.
The bartender, having rung up the amount
OF the sale on the cash register, strolled back.
Wlplng the bar, and exchanged few words in A
low tone with the man at the end Then he
strolled back and stood near where Swanson
and Kennedy were wasting time over their
drinks.
That's a rather good picture over there"
remarked Swanson, pointing to a poor work in
oil that hung near the doorway leading back.
Imitation l SHOULD say from here" replied
Kennedy, catching the intention of his com.
rade. Wonder who painted it,"
Swanson walked back and stood under the
picture, pretending to examine the canvas. hut
striving to gain a position from which he
could get glimpse of what was behind the
doorway. Unable to see anything lie strolled
PACK to where Kennedy was waiting and or
oered another drink. although neither had
consumed half the first glass At the aama
time he observed that the big man who had
stood at the foot Of the bar had disappeared
within the recesses OF the back
we were expecting to meet a friend hers
tonight. remarked Swanson, decidins to take
new tack with the bartender. Rather tall.
slender young fellow. Has anyone been in %
Young fellow came in a while ago some.
thing like that" replied the bartender
Seemed to be expecting someone but turned
around and went out. Maybe that WAS him
They knew he was lying. and Swanson,
without changing expression, said
Must have thought he was in the wrong
place, or too early. Maybe he'll come back,
Wen stick around awhile"
HAD they known what was TRANSMITTING in
the private room just beyond the doorway
their interest would have been greater The
big man who had stood at the end of the bar
had gone at the first opportunity and was re-
porting to Easy Ed Edwards, who grew venom.
GUS with hate, while Williams sat shaking
with fright
Il knew they'd get on. If they report to
Clancy I'm done for" he said.
shut up, ordered the gambler angrily.
They haven't seen you and they don't know
I'm here Who are they, Jack?"
I don't know DEM" said the ex-Aghter
Deys big, husky lookin' guy Dutchman.
/ guess, wild blue suit
It's Swanson" said Williams. He's been
looking at me as if he knew something for
TWO or three days. He has followed me here"
Got on a light suit
1t must be Mccarthy" whined Williams.
He's always with Swanson. They're looking
for me. l wish had kept out of this"
ann, Listen mere ordered Edwards coldly.
This fellow Mccarthy is the one we want
If we can get him out OF the way it'll be easv
and can get even with that big. fat lobster
Baldwin for trying to double Gross me. Jack.