"Okay!... I've asked my kid brother to sit in."
"Oh! ... Hello, Mack!"
"Hello, Coach."
"Sit down, Edward."
"Thanks."
"I haven't said anything to Mack about this but maybe I can throw a little light on this stolen play business."
"Yes?"
"On Wednesday night, this week, I received a mysterious note, signed by a Mister "X" who proposed to sell me your signals and plays. I was advised to leave one hundred dollars under a log in a vacant field..."
Coach Edward leaned forward, highly interested. Mack whistled, impulsively.
"What did you do?"