"Money gets the best of 'em. Why shouldn't it, when them lads ought to have been tied up before this with Blue Stockings contracts? The bars have been left down for the Feds, and they've raided the preserves. Seems just like they've been invited to come in and help themselves. Why not, with a team without a manager, and everything left at loose ends? Never heard of such criminal folly! But mebbe it ain't folly; mebbe it's plain cadougery. I've had an idea there was somethin' crooked behind it, but couldn't just quite nose it out. Now, with Weegman and Mit Skullen gettin' together private, I see a light. Garrity's the man! You know how he got his dirty paws on the Rockets. Well, if he ain't workin' to gobble the Blue Stockings I'll eat my hat! I'll bet that right now Tom Garrity's gathered in all the loose stock of the club that he could buy, and he's countin' on havin' enough to give him control before the season opens. He saw his chance, with the Feds reachin' for every decent player they could lay their hands on, and he went for it. What if the Blue Stockings do have a busted team this season? In three years the club might be built up again, and it's a sure money-maker just as long as it can keep in the first division. Lynchin' is what a crook like Garrity deserves!" Kennedy's eyes were flashing, and he was literally quivering with wrath. Despite the fact that he was tired, he strode up and down the room. "Weegman must be Garrity's tool, the creature who is helping him do the dirty work," said Locke. "You've got his number! How he came to pick you for a mark, I don't know, unless it was because he thought you let me work you to death, havin' no mind of your own. He knew he couldn't put anythin' over with me, and so he decided to get rid of me; but he had to have somebody for a manager who would appear to be all right. He's got to be blocked. There's only one way." "How?" "You'll have to accept, and sign a contract to manage the team." Lefty gasped. "But," he said, "I can't do that! You--" "I'm out. He wouldn't have me, even if I'd do the work for no salary." "But I can't agree to Weegman's terms. I couldn't do anything of my own accord; I couldn't sign a player unless he agreed. He made that plain." "But he wouldn't dare put anything like that in the contract. It would be too barefaced. The minute you have the authority you can get to work savin' the remnants of the team by signin' up the players the Feds haven't grabbed already. I have a line on a few good youngsters who went back to the minors last year because there wasn't room for them. Put proof of Weegman's treachery before Collier, and Weegman's done for! It's the one play that's got to be made in this here pinch." There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" called Kennedy. Bailey Weegman entered, smiling. CHAPTER XV SIGNING THE MANAGER