"Caught with the goods," jeered Gridly, "an' then deny the hull job! Nervy, but it won't wash."
"Where'd the car fall into your hands if you ain't the ones that stole it?" asked Banks.
"My chum, there, got it away from the thieves."
"Oh, that's what your chum did, eh?"
"You're to get five hundred dollars for recovering the car?" said Matt.
"And capturin' the thieves," returned Banks.
"Was one of the thieves supposed to be a sailor with a green patch over one eye?"
Gridly and Banks must have experienced something of a shock. For a moment they gazed at each other.
"Somethin' was said in that telegraft about a sailor with a green patch over one eye, Banks," observed Gridly.
"That's a fact," admitted Banks reflectively. "But we've got the car and there ain't no sailor with it. I guess that part of the telegram must have been a mistake."