"No, you haven't. I want you to go to-morrow morning and join the Bears and I want you to see to it that Williams pitches one of those games against the Blues. He'll lose it this time. I've thrown a scare into him and he'll do it, even if he gives himself away."
"I tell you I can't," snarled Baldwin. "President Bannard is the only one who knows I own the club"——
"Take your stock with you. That proves you own it."
"And Bannard is out of town. Clancy wouldn't pay any attention to me"——
"You own this club," said Edwards. "You can do what you please with it, and you're going to do it."
"You talk as if you owned me!" Baldwin was purple with anger.
"I do," said the gambler coldly. "It would look good in print to have the people know that Barney Baldwin, the crooked politician, owns both the Bears and the Panthers, wouldn't it?"
"You have no proof"——
"Haven't I? I saved both your notes. You're a fool, Baldwin. You write letters. I have two mentioning McCarthy and Williams. I wouldn't have any trouble getting them printed. Any sporting editor in the city would give a thousand dollars for such proof."
"Look here, Ed," expostulated Baldwin, "there isn't any use for us to quarrel. We're both in this thing"——