"I know, but today," declared Mannie, "she win, sure!" Carried
away by his enthusiasm, and by the sympathy of his audience, he
rushed, unheeding, to his fate. "If you'd like to put a little
on," he said, "I can tell you where you can do it."

The District Attorney stared and laughed. "You mustn't tell me
where you can do it," he said.

Mannie gave a terrified gasp and, for an instant, clapped his
hands over his lips. "That's right," he cried. "Gee, that's
right! I'm such a crank on all kinds of sport that I clean
forgot!"

He gazed at the much-dreaded District Attorney with the awe of
the new-born hero-worshipper. "I guess you are, too, hey?" he
protested admiringly. "Vera was telling me you used to be a
great ball tosser."

In the face of the District Attorney there came a sudden
interest. His eyes lightened.

"How did she -- "

"She used to watch you in Geneva," said Mannie, "playing with
the college lads. I -- I," he added consciously, "was a ball
player myself once. Used to pitch for the Interstate League." He
stopped abruptly.

"Interstate?" said Winthrop encouragingly. "You must have been
good."