"Look there!" said Swanson in excited whispers.
"Where—who?" inquired Feehan, striving to focus his heavy glasses upon the position indicated by his companion.
"It's Baldwin—the big fellow with the cane and the small satchel. See him?"
"I see a big man. I never saw Baldwin," responded the reporter. "Now, what can he be doing over here?"
"I'm going to find out," replied Swanson, his jaw setting pugnaciously. "McCarthy isn't on that train or he'd have been out among the first, and they're almost all out now. Good luck to you, Feehan, and wire me the minute you locate Kohinoor."
"I will," promised the reporter. "What you've got to do is to win that game to-day without him. I'll have him here to-morrow if he hasn't broken a leg."
Swanson leaped into the taxi immediately behind that into which he had seen Baldwin climb, and ordered the driver to follow the other vehicle. His surprise hardly could have been greater than when the short pursuit of Baldwin ended at the hotel from which he had come, unless it was that which came over him when, upon following the big man to the desk, he heard Baldwin order the clerk to send his card to Manager Clancy.
Swanson's surprise, however, was little more than that experienced by Manager Clancy when the bell boy delivered Baldwin's card.
"Send him right up," he said, and as the boy turned he said to himself: "Now, what the dickens does that fellow want with me?"
Baldwin entered the room pompously, and walked toward the Bears' manager with his pudgy hand extended.