and dropped. So that when Tretheway arrived back refreshed, he found old Ammerman beside Jake, sitting on the grass.
âWhat happened?â Tretheway asked.
âSlight collision.â Jake nodded at Ammerman. âJust knocked the wind out of our friend.â
âIt was a good clean check,â Ammerman wheezed.
âWhatâs the score?â Tretheway asked.
âSeventeen to nothing,â Jake said.
âHm.â Tretheway watched the politicians at bat.
Pennylegion got a hit and held at first base, but Trutt, Wakeley and Bartholomew Gum went down two, three, four. In minutes the City Council was out in the field again.
What Mayor Trutt lacked in pitching ability, he made up in shouts. He shouted at all the infield for being out of position (which they were) every time a run was scored; he shouted at Henry Plain for all his unfavourable calls; and he shouted at Controller Pennylegion every time he dropped a wild pitch. Pennylegion knew baseball, particularly the betting odds, and had an accurate, strong throw. Unfortunately, there was no one to throw it to. F. McKnight Wakeley played first base as though he were on parade and wore his glove backwards on the wrong hand. Gumand Emmett OâDell made fewer errors than anyone except Pennylegion.
In the outfield, Valentini, now playing Ammermanâs position, accounted for a few outs on easy fly balls, but Taz and Morgan were an athletic detriment to the team, until Morgan made his decisive play. At the top of the fourth, score 32 to 4, an ox-like sanitation worker with muscles bulging from years of throwing garbage over the side walls and backs of high trucks, smashed a line drive into the unprotected mid-section of Alderman Morgan who, at the time, was looking at something in the sky. The thump was heard back at the pavilion. Morgan Morgan sat down heavily and threw up on his plus fours.
Everyone ran to the outfield to make sure Alderman Morgan was all rightâincluding the garbageman who had hit the pitched baseball. Morgan recovered almost immediately, physically unharmed, but Umpire Henry Plain decided it was best to end the ball game without further chance of injury.
As the crowd started to drift away from the baseball diamond, Zulp materialized beside Tretheway.
âWhereâs Wan Ho?â Zulp whispered hoarsely in Trethewayâs ear.
âEh?â Tretheway jumped.
âI think weâve got our man.â
âWhat?â
âDammit, Tretheway! Our man. The killer.â
âWho?â Tretheway tried desperately to second-guess the Chief. Mac and Jake leaned forward. Ammerman remained seated on the grass.
âConstable.â Zulp looked at Jake. âArrest that man.â
âWhat man?â Jake asked.
Zulp surreptitiously jerked his head in the direction of the shuffling crowd. âThat one.â
âWhich one?â
âThe big one, dammit!â Zulp said impatiently. âThe one that struck down Morgan.â
âHold on.â Tretheway saw Wan Ho in the crowd and beckoned him over. âIâll stop him if necessary. How do you know heâs the one?â
âDidnât you see him attack Morgan?â Zulp asked.
âWith a softball?â Tretheway said.
Wan Ho entered the circle. âCan I help?â
When Wan Ho heard Zulpâs off-the-cuff theory of the garbage-manâs premeditated attack on an elected official, he took a deep breath and explained why such a conclusion was unlikely.
âNobody, not even a professional ball player, is that accurate with a ball and bat. And from that distance, a blow in the stomach, especially with a softball, would never be lethal. And another thing,â Wan Ho continued, âif Morgan had been on his toes, nothing wouldâve happened. He wouldâve caught it or got the hell out of the way.â
Zulp, undaunted, wore what he considered a knowing look. âHereâs the clincher.â He lowered his
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