The newspaper was very damp, and had to be handled with care.
"Dis iss some English papers, Matt," explained Carl. "Id vas brinted in Lonton, und dose tedectif fellers had him py deir office. How mooch iss a t'ousant pounds in Unidet Shtates money, hey?"
"Five thousand dollars."
"Veil, dot's der chob—making dot fife t'ousant. I bet you I get rich vone oof dose tays."
"You have to do something, don't you, before you get the money?" queried McGlory, with a wink at Matt.
"Ach, dot's nodding," answered Carl, in a large, offhand manner. "Readt dot, Matt."
Matt took the wet newspaper and read a marked paragraph, which ran as follows:
"£1,000 Reward! This sum will be paid for any information concerning one Margaret Manners, last known to be in Calcutta, India. Miss Manners is about eighteen years of age, and is the only daughter of the late Captain Lionel Manners, of the English Army, stationed at Bombay. Miss Manners disappeared from her home, under mysterious circumstances, and it is possible she went to America and engaged in the circus business. Any one with knowledge concerning the missing person, and desirous of obtaining the reward, will please communicate with Arthur Hoppleson, Solicitor, 10 Kent's Road, London, W. C. Further information, which cannot be publicly printed, will be cheerfully furnished."
Motor Matt, after reading the paragraph to himself, read it aloud.
"Why," grinned McGlory, "that outfit of detectives was working your German friend, Matt. They gave him that and sent him on a wild-goose chase, just to get rid of him."