Leonard shook his head. “That isn’t it, sir. I know something that I can’t tell, because I promised not to.” He stopped and strove to arrange matters in his mind. He wished he had composed a statement before coming. Regarding all that Renneker had revealed to him last evening his lips were sealed. It was only about what had transpired this morning that he was not sworn to silence. It was, though, hard to keep the two apart, and he didn’t want to break his promise. Mr. Cade, watching him intently, waited in patience. Mr. Fadden puffed hard at his pipe, silently friendly. Leonard rushed the hurdle. “If you’ll tell Renneker that you want to read a letter he received this morning, sir,” he blurted, “you’ll understand.” “Tell him I want to read a letter he received?” repeated the coach in puzzled tones. “But why should I, Grant?” “Why, because when you do read it, and Renneker has explained it, you--he--why, sir, he can play this afternoon!” “Oh!” said Mr. Cade thoughtfully. After an instant he said: “Look here, Grant, you must know a whole lot about this business of Renneker’s.” Leonard nodded. “Yes, sir, I know all about it. I--I knew about it before you did.” The coach gazed at him curiously, opened his lips as if to speak, closed them again and glanced questioningly at Mr. Fadden. “Better see Renneker and get it cleared up,” said the second team coach oracularly. “Where there’s so much smoke there must be some fire. Let’s get at it.” “All right.” He turned to Leonard again. “I suppose you realize that if Renneker plays right guard to-day you don’t, Grant. At least, not long, probably.” “Yes, sir, but Renneker’s a lot better than I am, and if he can play it doesn’t matter about me, does it?” “H’m, no, I suppose it doesn’t. Well, I’m much obliged to you, my boy. Whether anything comes of this or doesn’t, I quite understand that you’ve tried to help us. Do you know where Renneker is just now?” “No, sir, not exactly. He went out right after we reached the hotel. I--I guess I could find him.” “Do it, will you? Tell him--tell him whatever you think best. You know more about this mystery than we do. Only see that he gets here right away. Thanks, Grant.” “Could I tell him that you and Mr. Fadden want to see him to talk to him about the game?” asked Leonard. “If he suspected anything he might not want to come.” “The mystery deepens!” sighed Mr. Cade. “But tell him that by all means. It’s totally and literally true. Just see that he comes a-running!”