The other pulled up his trousers at the knees and deposited himself carefully on the bucket. He laughed a little, lifted a round piece of glass from his coat and tucked it into his right eye, and then took another look at Matt and McGlory.
"Only fancy!" he murmured.
"If you want to join the show," said McGlory, with a wink at Matt, "you'll have to see Burton."
"Join the show?" returned the other. "Why, I don't want to join the blooming circus. I'm just looking for Motor Matt, don't you know."
"You're not looking for him, neighbor, but at him. It's your move."
"Deuced odd, that. My move. In other words, I'm to tell my business, eh? It's private, very. I want to talk with Motor Matt alone."
McGlory started to get up, but Matt stopped him with a gesture.
"This is my chum, Joe McGlory," said he. "I have no secrets from him. Fire away, sir."
"Aw," drawled the other. "Well, if that's the way of it, then here goes."
Drawing a morocco case from his pocket, the stranger extracted a card and handed it to Matt.