Bern accepted a cigarette, and lighted it.
“This is my only consolation for being dropped from the baseball team,” he said. “I can smoke as much as I choose.”
“You were going to tell me something,” reminded Duncan, who had likewise fired up, and was now standing with his elbow resting against the mantelpiece. “Go ahead.”
Wolfe sat up and eyed his companion askance.
“I don’t know just how to begin,” he hesitated. “You remember that Hudson A. A. business—the giving away of our signals, don’t you?”
“As if I’d forget it!” exclaimed Ditson.
“Well, you always thought Tommy Tucker betrayed the team, didn’t you?”
“I believe that was practically proven, although Merriwell hired a cheap bum to shoulder the blame, and Tucker is still on the team.”
“Tucker didn’t do it,” announced Wolfe.
“Tucker didn’t?”