"Not so you could notice," answered McGlory. "Pard Matt jumped in and plugged that little game."
"Ben Ali," reasoned the king of the motor boys, "has probably been thinking of recapturing Miss Manners for some time. All he had Dhondaram try to do, in Jackson, was to help on his villainous schemes. But Dhondaram failed. Probably Ben Ali is needing some money pretty badly, about now. What is the date of that letter, Mr. Twomley?"
"There is no date."
"Then there's no telling how long Bill Wily has carried it in his pocket?"
The attaché shook his head.
"He must have got it after we left Jackson, pard," interposed McGlory. "If he had got it before, he'd have passed it on to Dhondaram."
"How he got it at all is a mystery," mused the young motorist. "He has probably seen and talked with Ben Ali."
"Before the show got to Jackson, then," continued the cowboy, who was doing a little sharp thinking. "If he had talked with Ben Ali after the doings in Jackson, he'd have told the old skinner how Dhondaram fell down."
"There's a clue here, but it's not so promising as it might be," came disappointedly from the Englishman.
Matt walked toward the tent door.