A writer stepped forward, a look of utter bewilderment on his face, and asked incredulously, "Casey, what's happened to you? You've changed, Casey!"
Stengel held up a hand. "Please, it's not Casey. I am using my middle name, Dillon, now. It's more suitable in the banking business. You've heard of Dillon of the Wall Street firm of Dillon, Read and Co. Inc.?"
Another writer blurted: "You talk different, Casey! You're not the same man at all!"
Stengel nodded. "I dare say I have changed. Well, to tell you the truth, gentlemen, I placed myself under the care of a phrenologist upon my retirement from baseball, and in my sessions on his couch I found that I had been putting on an act in talking gibberish during all those years in baseball. I found I am as articulate as the next man."
"You don't mean phrenologist, Casey," a writer cried, "you mean psychiatrist!"
"No," said Casey, "I mean phrenologist, a fellow that measures your head and feels the bumps and flat places and is able to analyze your character from that. He did me a world of good. He says I now have a completely new personality."
Brannigan stepped forward. His face hardened. "Don't kid us, Stengel," he growled. "We didn't come here to talk phrenology. This thing back home has gone too far. Don't pretend you don't know about this fella and that fella and the other fella. If you don't, you'd better brush up. Maybe you haven't heard, Stengel, but the fans are marching in New York. I can control them for a while but not forever. This thing is spreading. Kefauver is going to bust it wide open in the Senate. Celler is determined to get to the bottom of things in the House. Rockefeller is calling a meeting. I can't answer for the safety of George Weiss. There are some ugly things being said about McCorry. They're saying maybe, with the big crowds they're drawing on the road, maybe they don't want to win! How do you like that, Mr. C. Dillon Stengel?"
Stengel drew himself up. His jaw jutted out and his eyes flashed. He pounded the desk with his fist. "No," he cried, "I won't hear a word against McCorry! Are you suggesting that McCorry would throw a game? McCorry is incapable of throwing a game or of throwing anything—even a baseball. He proved that as a pitcher for the Browns in 1909!"
"All right, forget McCorry," roared Fidel Brannigan. "What is your answer, C. Dillon Stengel! Will you come back as the old Casey—or won't you?"