CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I | An Unexpected Offer | [11] |
| II | Something Queer | [20] |
| III | The Federal Policy | [28] |
| IV | The Magnetized Ball | [37] |
| V | A Man of Mystery | [48] |
| VI | Peculiar Behavior | [56] |
| VII | The Test | [64] |
| VIII | At Necessity’s Demand | [72] |
| IX | Torturing Doubt | [79] |
| X | The Only Door | [86] |
| XI | Burning Speed | [93] |
| XII | Too Much Temptation | [103] |
| XIII | The Perplexing Question | [113] |
| XIV | Only One Way | [120] |
| XV | Signing the Manager | [132] |
| XVI | The Wrong Stool Pigeon | [139] |
| XVII | Getting into Action | [146] |
| XVIII | The First Deal | [155] |
| XIX | A Fleeting Glimpse | [165] |
| XX | A Riddle to Solve | [175] |
| XXI | The Man Ahead | [180] |
| XXII | A Doubtful Victory | [186] |
| XXIII | All Wrong | [194] |
| XXIV | Wheels Within Wheels | [202] |
| XXV | Hidden Tracks | [210] |
| XXVI | Not Much Show | [219] |
| XXVII | The Suspended Ax | [226] |
| XXVIII | The Gage of War | [233] |
| XXIX | The Jaws of the Trap | [240] |
| XXX | One Against Three | [248] |
| XXXI | Light on a Dark Spot | [255] |
| XXXII | One Chance | [266] |
| XXXIII | One in a Million | [274] |
| XXXIV | Weegman’s Proposal | [281] |
| XXXV | The Shattering Stroke | [288] |
| XXXVI | The Test of Mysterious Jones | [296] |
| XXXVII | The Return of Lefty | [308] |
LEFTY LOCKE, PITCHER-MANAGER
CHAPTER I
AN UNEXPECTED OFFER
Lefty Locke gave the man a look of surprise. The soft, bright moonlight was shining full on Weegman’s face, and he was chuckling. He was always chuckling or laughing outright, and Locke had grown tired of it. It was monotonous.
“What do you mean?” the pitcher asked. “Tinware for Kennedy! I don’t believe I get you.”
Weegman snapped his fingers; another little trick that was becoming monotonous and irritating. “That’s poor slang perhaps,” he admitted; “but you’ve been in the game long enough to understand it. Collier is going to tie the can to old Jack.”
Lefty moved his chair round on the little vine-covered porch in order to face his visitor squarely. Frogs were chorusing in the distance, and the dynamo in the electric power house on the edge of the town kept up its constant nocturnal droning.