All through that Saturday forenoon he moved about in a trance of exultation.
Yet, underneath it all, he was somewhat seedy in a physical sense, for he had been out late the night before to meet Tip and hand over some money.
Late that Saturday forenoon, Lawyer Ripley returned from a business trip.

Soon after he returned home, and had seen a man in his library, he went in search of his wife.
"Where's Fred ?" demanded the lawyer.
"He went out up the street, to get a good walk," replied Mrs.
Ripley.

"You know, my dear, he is to pitch for Gridley in one of the biggest games of the season this afternoon." "Hm!" said the lawyer.

"Well, see here.

Let Fred have his luncheon.
Don't say a word until then.