good lineman. From here I go to the University of Miami, and you know who I’m contacting there-Humboldt. I don’t care who you are, could you use Humboldt or couldn’t you? Bidding is what we want to avoid. How about if we talk it over, have a can of beer and a couple of shots, discuss our mutual needs and requirements, and decide which boy to go for. If we both have the same boy at the top of the list, then we bid for him, but only as a last resort.”
“And you want a passer?” Shayne said.
“We want a passer. Back away from Johnny, Mike, and as far as the Warriors are concerned you can have Humboldt at your own figure, and I’ll put that in writing.”
“Shayne?” a voice said behind the redhead.
He turned. Black was shorter than he had looked playing football, but he seemed just as powerful even without artificial padding. His hair was cropped close. He was chewing gum and smiling pleasantly, as though all his worries were far in the future.
“Johnny!” Colfax exclaimed, faking a blow to the muscle of his throwing arm. “I’m Bus Colfax, and I’m going to pull a little rank on my friend here. I’ve still got a long way to travel, and there’s an old saying, first come, first served. Let me outline a few points to you on behalf of the Warriors, then I’ll be on my way. Is that fair, Mike?”
“Bus Colfax,” Black said solemnly. “Mr. Colfax, you don’t know what this means to me. You’ve always been one of my-well, idols. I hope you don’t have to push on tonight. We can fix you up with a bed. Golly, when I tell the fellows who you are-”
Colfax cocked his head. “Johnny, to tell you the truth my schedule is flexible. There’s nothing I’d like better.”
“That’s great! The Warriors-Mr. Colfax, as far back as I remember it’s been my ambition to be a Warrior. I’ve just about made up my mind that it’s either the Warriors or med school. I’ll see what Mr. Shayne has on his mind and be right back. The things I want to talk about!”
Colfax beamed, and somebody handed him a newly filled can of beer. Still smiling pleasantly, Black moved away through the crowd with Shayne. He was greeted continually from all sides.
“Johnny boy.”
“Where you going, Johnny?”
“This is pretty public,” he said to Shayne. “We could go outside.”
“Yeah, we better go outside.”
“You’re in the private-detective business, right?”
Shayne nodded.
“I thought so,” Black said carelessly, replying to a girl’s wave. “It didn’t register on Bus, and that’s fine. I won’t ask you any questions right now, but I’ve got them, believe me.”
He took Shayne back to the porch, where he was caught up briefly in a group of new arrivals, and then down the steps. “Now,” he said in a low, intense voice, “I want to know what the hell this is all about.”
“Don’t choke up,” Shayne told him. “Who knows, everything may still be all right. Let’s ride around. You can show me the campus.”
He started toward his parked car. After only an instant’s hesitation the quarterback followed. Another girl called to him from the porch. He grinned, pointed to Shayne and shrugged helplessly.
He said nothing until they were under way. He tried to keep his tone casual, but Shayne could tell that it wasn’t easy.
“Now. Who’s in trouble, and what can I do for you?”
“A lot of money changed hands on the game this afternoon,” Shayne said. “The betting pattern was peculiar, and I’ve been retained to ask you a few questions.”
They turned off the street of fraternity houses. Black was sitting in an athlete’s relaxed slouch, hands clasped between his legs. Suddenly, without warning, he whirled and chopped hard at Shayne’s jaw. Shayne came forward and the blow landed behind his ear. He had been hit in that exact spot earlier in the evening, with the barrel of a gun.
He went away for a second. When he came back he found that his reflexes had taken over to do what was necessary. Without touching the brake, he had swung the wheel and headed for a telephone pole. At the same time he hurled himself sideward. Black was young and strong, a contact athlete in top condition, but Shayne doubted if he had done much fighting in the front seat of cars. The first surprise punch was the only one Shayne intended to allow him. He kept his own arms and shoulders in motion, tying Black up against the door. It was over in a moment. Black’s powerful neck and shoulders were tightly braced, as he tried to get Shayne to hold still for another shot at his jaw. The Buick rode up over the curb and banged into the pole, and at the same second Shayne yanked Black’s head forward and downward against the top of the dashboard. He felt the resistance melt out of the boy’s body. To make sure, Shayne turned him slightly and clipped him with a crisp, professional left. It didn’t have his weight behind it, but it went in where he wanted it. He could tell by the solidity of the contact that it was a knockout punch.
He pulled the boy back on the seat and let him recover. He backed away from the pole and drove on through the dormitory area until he found a place to park on a secluded, tree-lined block. The boy’s eyes were open, regarding him expressionlessly. He touched his face where Shayne had hit him.
Shayne said, “Is that the way you make people feel like doing you a favor? Or did you really think you could knock me out and sign with Colfax before I spoiled it for you? You wanted to know who was in trouble. You’re in trouble.”
Black’s face folded in on itself. “Damn it, damn it, damn it!”
“You can always go to medical school,” Shayne said without sympathy. “There’s a big shortage of doctors.”
“There’s a shortage of pro quarterbacks,” Black said. “That pays better.” He doubled up his fist and hammered his knee. Apparently he had swallowed his gum. “I could make it. I could make it my first year with the Warriors. The guy they’ve got throwing for them now is thirty-six years old. I could be the biggest-”
“Don’t cry about it,” Shayne said. “I meant it when I said it might still happen. It’s up to you. I’ll tell you what the situation is, Johnny. The cops aren’t going to figure in this, and neither is your dean’s office or your athletic department. My client wants to know who did it to him, so it won’t happen again. I wasn’t sure before you threw that punch, but I’m sure now. There was a big rush on Georgia just before game time, most of it with a bookie who happens to be short of cash. He had to call on my client for two hundred thousand bucks to make the payoff. Before the dough could be delivered there was a stickup. The two hundred thousand went down the drain.”
“Two hundred thousand,” Black whispered.
“I’m glad to see you’re listening. It all ties in. My client watched the last half of the game on television. He has a good sense of smell, and he smelled four plays.”
“My timing was off,” Black said sullenly.
“It was off four times, just enough to bring you home within the point spread. Even with the heavy action on Georgia, it might not mean anything. Add it to the stickup and it means a lot. I’m convinced you threw those four plays, Johnny, and that’s all that matters. Maybe a pro like Colfax could look at the films and spot little changes in your style that would give it away. It’s not necessary. The pro leagues are skittish about gamblers and people who know gamblers. All I have to do is tell Colfax my client’s name, and back it up with some betting totals, and it’s goodbye contract. I don’t need an airtight case, any more than Colfax has to give you a reason for not signing you. All he has to do is say thanks for the warm beer, and blow.”
Black’s face was rigid. He forced the word “Please?” through stiff lips.
“That’s a good sign,” Shayne said. “If you watch the old gangster movies on TV, you may think that Jimmy Cagney and George Raft will come out and work you over with baseball bats. Times have changed. Now they write it off to overhead. But naturally they don’t want it to get to be a habit. Tell me how it happened, Johnny.”
He shook his head shortly. “I can’t. It won’t happen again, I promise you that.”
Shayne made a rude noise. The boy said earnestly, “If I do go with the Warriors, it’s not a question of whether I’d want to, I couldn’t. No one person has that much control.”
“I’m not thinking about you,” Shayne said. “I’m thinking about your contact.” He picked up the phone from the little cabinet between them. “What’s the Lambda Phi number? After that quick con you gave him, I’m sure Colfax is still there.”
Black’s hand darted out and closed the switch. “What would you gain by it?”
“Nothing. I wouldn’t lose anything either, which is what makes it easy. This is just routine.”
