“As if you didn’t know! Never had no use for that guy; but, all the same, I advise you to grab on with him. It’s your only chanct for a baseball job; everybody in the game’s wise that you’ll never do no more hurlin’.”
Boiling inwardly, Locke permitted himself to be conducted to the elevator. While he was bathing he thought, with increasing wrath and dismay, of the insolent words of Skullen. The question that perplexed him most was how the bruiser knew anything of Weegman’s business, especially the attempt to sign Locke as a manager. And Weegman was in Indianapolis!
Coming down, Lefty went again to the desk to inquire about Kennedy. He was handed a telegram. Tearing it open, he saw that it was from the Federal manager who had offered him a three years’ contract. It stated curtly that the offer was withdrawn. Skullen was right; the story had gone forth that the star southpaw of the Blue Stockings would do no more pitching. Weegman was getting in his fine work.
Lefty felt a hand grip his elbow.
“Locke!” A well-dressed, youngish man grasped his hand and shook it. It was Franklin Parlmee, who, for a long time, had evinced deep interest in Virginia Collier. Parlmee, with family behind him, and a moderate income, had shown a distaste for business and a disposition to live the life of an idler. Collier had refused to countenance his daughter’s marriage to Parlmee until the latter should get into some worthy and remunerative employment, and make good. For two years Parlmee had been hustling, and he had developed into a really successful automobile salesman.
“By Jove!” said Parlmee. “I didn’t expect to run across you here, old man. I’m mighty glad to see you. Perhaps you can tell me something about Virginia. What has Mrs. Hazelton heard from her?”
The man seemed worried and nervous, and his question surprised Lefty.
“If any one should know about Miss Collier, you are the person,” returned the pitcher. “Janet has scarcely heard from her since she sailed with her father. We supposed you were corresponding with her regularly.”
Parlmee drew him toward a leather-covered settee. “I’m pegged out,” he admitted, and he looked it. “Business forced me to run on or I’d not be here now. I’m going back to New York to-night. Do you know, I’ve received only two letters from Virginia since she reached the other side, one from London, the other from Eaux Chaudes, in France. The latter was posted more than a month ago. It stated that Virginia and her father were leaving Eaux Chaudes for Italy. Since then no letters have come from her.”
“Do you mean to say you haven’t an idea where Miss Collier and her father are at the present time?”