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| down here She put one over on me.
I have a job want to do; will you
take her down to meet the train with
you when you go to meet Frances?"
Gamer made me promise I wouldn't
leave the hotel without his permis
sion. He's worried stiff. He may not
think 1 ought to meet Frances"
| why don't you call Cainer?"
After a long telephone talk with
Gamer, Larry said, He doesn't want
me to go. A funny thing has hap
pened. The groundsman out at the
field called Gamer little while ago
and told him the pet pigeon is gone"
| How would he know that?"
| He'd know, all right. You know
they are all tame, but there is one
of them tanner than the rest. You've
seen it circle over the field and come
down on the diamond during a game.
The head groundsman has been a
/ little jealous of me because I've sort
of cut him out with his pet. 1t
comes up, lights on my shoulder
and takes peanuts right out of my
mouth. He would know if it were
| gone ="
1T has probably been captured by
some lad who makes a hobby of
pigeons" Terry suggested.
Il doubt it,
! Terry got up. Look. I'm going
to beat it while Alice is still in her
room. I'll be back in a little while
| want to see the fellows for a
few minutes"
| Terry took cab and went out to
the ball park. He wanted to know
more about the missing pigeon. The
groundSman said it had been there
| Saturday afternoon; he had fed it
himself. When or how his pet was
taken he did not know.
Terry tried to fit the pieces to-
! gether. Who would want to take
the pigeon, in the first place? Did
they take it just to add one more
thing to break the morale of the
Feds? Somehow he feared it was
in connection with Larry that the
pigeon had been taken. but why?
| They knew. Of course, that the pigeon
always flew to Larry on the field
! Would they try some new and un-
explained method of killing Larry?
| Back at the hotel he called Larrys
room and received no answer. Then
he called Alice's room and she did
i not answer. Terry wandered about
the hotel lobby, worried and uneasy.
Perhaps Alice had gone out for
walk. He sat down facing the door
He had plenty of time to think.
For weeks he had been afraid of what
might happen to him. and now. when
he had done everything possible to
invite disaster, nothing happened.
Had they out-thought him this time?
Or did they think he knew nothing.
after all, and was just bluffing? AS
matter of fact, he knew nothing,
but the threads he had gathered
! together made it seem highly prob
able that he was on the right track.
| There was no other explanation pos
sible. If it wasn't Tony Murallo,
as he had believed all along, then
| 1t had to be a group of individuals
who had f1rSt-hand base ball in
formation at their finger-tipS But
why did Murallo bet so much on
the Blues to win? Where was Alice,
anyhow?
Call for Mr.. Burkel Call for
Mr.. Burke"
Terry jumped to his feet and in
tercepUed the bellboy.
1t was a phone call and Terry
hurried to the booth A voice said !:
Burke, if you want to see your
girl again, you will do as you are
told.' Terry gasped; the voice went
on; Take. arcab and go to the out
skirts of the city on the Baltimore
Pike. Dismiss the cab at the city
limits and wait until the cab has
turned back and gone. Proceed along
the Baltimore Pike on foot until you
come to a sedan on the edge of the
road. The curtains will be drawn.
Open the door on the left-hand side
and get in. If you are followed