"Right here in the office, Harris. If you——"
Harris staggered back and almost dropped the receiver.
"What!" he demanded.
"Glennie's here in the office," repeated the man at the other end of the line. "If you want to talk to him I'll call him."
"You bet I do want to talk to him! Tell him to hustle to the phone."
Glennie must have "hustled," for in less than a minute he was at the phone, saying hello, and asking what was wanted.
"Did you write a letter to Motor Matt and send it to him in care of the Lestrange Garage, there in Chicago?"
"What would I want to write a letter to Motor Matt for?" demanded the detective.
"I'll keep it quiet, if you did. All I want's to get at the truth."