"As we understand it," spoke up the man introduced as Greene, "you paid Coach Edward a visit some days ago—at his office."
"I did," acknowledged Mack.
"At that time," continued Mr. Greene, "you took quite an interest in some diagrams of plays which your coach had on his desk."
Mack's face flushed. "I did," he admitted.
"What was the big idea?" boomed Pierce. "You knew your coach would tell you all he wanted you to know about any plays he had. Why take the first chance you got to look them over?"
Mack turned to Coach Edward who sat back, having left the questioning to the two strange gentlemen.
"Listen here, Coach! Who are these men? Am I being cross-examined? You don't think that I...?"
"These men are detectives as you've probably supposed," said Coach Edward. "I haven't accused you of anything. The case has been turned over to them. They have been acquainted with all known facts ... and you simply are being asked to contribute what you know."
Mack stirred uneasily. "I don't know anything!" he replied, frowning his defiance.
"Didn't you even know that a key to Coach Edward's office was found to be missing from his desk shortly after you left?" pressed Detective Pierce.