"I've read it thirteen times, Joe," answered Matt.
"Well, read it fourteen times and break the hoodoo."
Matt took the envelope from his pocket, and drew out the inclosed sheet. Then he stared, then whistled, then leaned back against the tree.
"Now it's you who's doped," grinned McGlory. "Can't you read it?"
"Sure," answered Matt; "listen."
"'Bunce: Be in Purling at ten a. m., Thursday. Show this to Pryne at the general store in the village, and Pryne will show you to me. Important developments. Mum's the word.
Grattan.'"
McGlory threw off his hat, and pawed at his hair.
"Put a chain on us, somebody, please!" he gasped. "Where, oh, where, did you get that?"
"Here's a paper clue," said Matt. "I took this out of that cap we found in the road, and, by an oversight, I tucked that letter from Tsan Ti into the cap so the sailor wouldn't notice the original note was missing."