“Mr. Thor!” called Bradbury.
Captain Thor, of the Springvale team, stepped out of the alcove in which stood Dick’s bed. At sight of the yellow-headed young gladiator Bunol changed color.
“Mr. Thor,” said the lawyer, with a motion toward Miguel, “do you know this boy?”
“Yes, sir,” was the prompt answer. “He came to me at the North Hotel to-day and gave me a lot of papers, which he said were the signals and plays of the Fardale team.”
“It is a lie!” cried Miguel.
“He thought I would be glad to get them,” said Thor. “He urged me to use them and never say anything about them. He seemed to take it for granted that I would not expose him, as he had done me such a great favor.”
“You did not promise not to expose him?”
“No.”
“What did you do with the papers?”
“I called in Charles Rowe, a member of the team, and we took the papers at once to your office, delivering them into your hands, and watching you seal them in an envelope.”