"What are the facts, Martin?" asked Matt.
"Why, the night man recognized one of the scoundrels who struck him down. The rascal was dressed in sailor clothes and had a green patch over one eye."
"Bunce!" exclaimed Matt, starting up.
"That's it," cried Martin, glad of the impression he was making. "I knew you and McGlory had been mixed up with that sailor, and I naturally thought you'd be glad of a chance to help nab him."
"About what time was the car stolen?" asked Matt, quieting McGlory with a quick look.
"About half-past two," answered Martin. "I've got a car ready to chase the scoundrels. Have you any notion which way that car ought to go?"
"You're a trifle late taking up the pursuit," remarked Matt. "Here it is nearly eleven, and the automobile was stolen at half-past two—more than eight hours ago."
"I was up at Cairo," explained Martin, "and didn't get back till ten o'clock this morning."
"I've something of a clue," said Matt, "but it may be too late to follow it."
"Where does the clue lead?"