ner and was not with Mr. and Mrs. Clancy when they started out
for a car ride. He wandered aimlessly around until, abandoning his
quest, he went to his room disconsolately. It was not yet eleven
o'clock, but Swanson was preparing for sleep. As McCarthy came into
the room he stopped to laugh. The giant shortstop was in his pajamas,
on his back in the bed. With one bare foot he was holding a sheet of
paper against the head board, and with a pencil grasped between the
toes of the other foot he was laboriously striving to write.

"What was you trying to do, Silent?" asked McCarthy, laughing harder.

"Figuring my share of the World's Series receipts," responded Swanson,
laboring harder. "Clancy said he'd fine any one of us caught with a
pencil in his hand doping out these statistics," said Swanson, "and I
just had to know."

They were ready to settle down for the night when the telephone rang in
the connecting room. The door between the rooms was ajar, and Swanson
sprang from bed to respond to the call.

"Hello!" he said. "Hello! Yes, this is Williams's room, but he isn't
in just now. What? Oh, yes, I understand. I'll tell him.
Hello--hold a minute, here he is now."

"Hey, Adonis," Swanson called to the pitcher, who was just entering the
room from the hallway. "Someone wants you."

He handed the receiver to Williams carelessly and walked back into the
room, where McCarthy was stretched upon the bed reading. His face was
working rapidly as if trying to tell McCarthy something by lip signals.

"I'm tired," said Swanson in a loud tone; "let's sleep late in the
morning." Then approaching McCarthy's bed he said in a whisper:
"Listen. Try to catch what he says."

"Hello! Yes, this is Williams," said the pitcher brusquely. Then his
voice changed suddenly. "Yes, Ed, I know you. To-night? Aw, say, Ed,
I've got to have sleep! Can't it wait? I'll be there in a quarter of
an hour."

He hurried out of the room, and before the door slammed behind him
Swanson had leaped from bed and was dressing with great haste.

"Kohinoor, that was Easy Ed Edwards calling him."

"What are you going to do?" inquired McCarthy.

"Get a move on yourself," ordered the giant. "Something is up and I
want to know what it is. Wait a minute," he added as if by sudden
inspiration, and ran to the telephone.

"Hello," he said to the operator. "Can you tell me where that call for
Mr. Williams came from just now? He has forgott