"Don't be in a rush, Lorry," said Matt. "Was there just ten thousand in the roll? Didn't you use any of it?"
"Not a cent! I had enough to get me to 'Frisco, and pay a few other expenses, aside from that. And it wasn't a roll; it was a packet with a band around the middle stamped with the name of the Merchants' and Traders' Bank, of Madison. Jupiter, but this is a good clue, and——"
Some one rapped on the door. McGlory answered the summons and found the frowsy-looking clerk and a boy of about nine in the hall. The clerk pushed the boy forward and pointed to Motor Matt.
"That's him," said the clerk, "an' I'll bet money."
"You Motor Matt?" queried the boy, rushing into the room.
"Yes," answered Matt.
"Den dis here's fer you. Dere's an answer, an' I'll wait fer it."
The boy handed over an envelope. Matt opened the envelope and read the inclosure. A strange light leaped into his gray eyes.
"Who gave you this, my lad?" he asked of the boy.
"Dunno de cove, but he had red lilocks an' a face like er ape."