"Go right in," said he, when he had reappeared.
Cap in hand, Motor Matt passed into the other room. Governor Gaynor met him at the door with a warm handclasp.
"Motor Matt, King of the Motor Boys!" exclaimed the governor, leading Matt to a chair. "Sit down, my lad," said he. "I'm not going to let you get away from here for quite a while."
Matt pulled the envelope from his pocket.
"There, governor," said he, handing it over, "that will tell you what time I made on that 'century' run."
Governor Gaynor read the penciled words on the back of the envelope, and laughed. Then he passed the writing on to McKibben. The sheriff chuckled.
"What's the matter with it?" asked Matt, puzzled.
"Didn't you read it?" asked McKibben.
"Haven't had much time to read it, Mr. McKibben, since the sheriff gave it to me."