"Well, we don't know," replied Garry. "And since we don't, perhaps it's fairer to leave their names out of it until we have something definite. Anyway, it doesn't matter. We've put a spoke in their wheel by changing the signals. The old ones aren't worth a rap now, and if Wimbledon relies on them, she's bound to get stung. Say, wouldn't it be a joke if Wimbledon decided to count on them?" he added with a chuckle. "Can't you see those fellows running around like chickens with their heads cut off, wondering what had gone wrong with the dope?" The picture conjured up was an amusing one and provoked the laughter of the boys. But the laughter would have been much less hearty had they been able to see who were in the Stewarts' garage at that moment and hear what was going on. Sandy and Lent had entered it early that afternoon, and for an hour or so had been walking the floor and biting their nails with impatience. "Do you think they'll put it over?" asked Sandy nervously. "I think likely," replied Lent reassuringly. "I think the chances are ten to one. Still, you never can tell. The janitor might have gone to that closet at any time to get some of his things. I hate to think what would happen to Aleck and Bixby if they were discovered there while the teams were in the gymnasium. What the players would do to them would be a plenty." A little later three taps came on the door. It was the long awaited signal, and Sandy unlocked the door eagerly. Aleck and Bixby came in breathlessly. "Well, did you get them?" asked Sandy, with feverish anxiety, as he locked the door again and turned toward them. "Surest thing you know!" replied Aleck, as he took a notebook from his breast pocket and displayed pages scrawled over with figures. "Like taking candy from a baby!" gloated Bixby. "Old Phillips never thought of looking in the closets before he began his talk. Gee, I was sweating, though, for fear he would! If he had--phew!" Sandy looked exultingly at the figures. "Sure they're right?" he asked. "Dead sure," replied Aleck. "We didn't have any trouble in hearing all he said. And he went over them again and again to make sure the fellows understood. You can gamble on it that they're correct." "Bully!" exclaimed Sandy. "Now we're all set. This time Garry Grayson will get all that's coming to him! Now the next thing to do is to see Bill Sykes." "Who's going to do it?" asked Aleck. "Why, you'd be the best one for that," replied Sandy. "You know him and we don't." "Then if he doesn't fall for it, I'd be left holding the bag," objected Aleck. "If he chose to blab, the whole blame would be laid on me. Not on your life! We're all in this together, and you fellows will have to come along. I'll introduce him to you, and you, Sandy, can do most of the talking. It's your scheme, and besides you can talk more convincingly than I can," he added. Sandy fell for the flattery and swelled up like a pouter pigeon.