What a ball game! Six to three in favor of Philadelphia, last half of the ninth, three on, two out, and three and two on the mighty Babe. The crowd was on its feet, yelling and stamping.
The excited pitcher delivered the next throw quickly. Just as Babe connected with it for a home run a bottle hurtled through the air with terrific force and caught Starlen on the back of the head. He went down like a shot.
Pandemonium broke loose. Women screamed, and a panic was threatened.
‘That’s him! That’s him!’ shouted several people, as a policeman ran down the ramp and grabbed the man who had attracted Fordney’s attention.
‘Tryin’ to get away, are you?’ bellowed the cop.
‘I didn’t do it! Let go of me!’ he cried, as the officer dragged him to the office.
Fordney followed. ‘May I ask a few questions?’ he inquired.
‘Let’s see your score card, young man. H’m, why didn’t you record that last hit? Everything else is here.’
‘Why, I was running at the time. I had an engagement.’
‘I see,’ said Fordney. ‘Officer, you have the wrong man. He didn’t do it.’