"Well, I'm not giving him anything till he proves his property, see? You tell him that. Also tell him that I won't meet him in Turk Bremer's Place, but will be at the foot of Clay Street in half an hour. Understand?"
"Sure thing," grinned the boy.
Matt snapped a quarter into the air and the boy grabbed it and made off.
"What's it all about, pard?" asked McGlory.
"Did you tell anybody in Tiburon about my finding that trunk check, Joe?" asked Matt.
"I told the galoot that bossed the raffle."
"Then that explains it," muttered Matt. "Listen."
Thereupon he read the note aloud.
"'Motor Matt: Several days ago I lost a baggage check somewhere in Tiburon, and a couple of hours ago I was told that you had found one there. It's a cinch it's mine. Give it to the boy; or, if my bare word that it belongs to me isn't enough, then come to Turk Bremer's Place on the "Front" in half an hour and I'll prove property.
John Smith.'"
McGlory fell back in his chair. Lorry, with a startled exclamation, grabbed the note out of Matt's hand to look at it for himself.