"Did any one come with Motor Matt, Pryne?" he inquired.
"Two fellers come with him," was the response. "They got to Purling in a automobile."
"Who were those fellows, Motor Matt?" demanded Grattan, shooting a sharp glance at the young motorist.
"The driver of the car, from Catskill Landing," said Matt, "and my chum, Joe McGlory."
"Why did you leave them in Purling?"
"The driver had to stay to look after the car, and I didn't think it was necessary to bring McGlory along for a bodyguard."
Grattan threw back his head and peered at Matt through half-closed eyes.
"You're a cool one," he remarked. "Why were you coming here to see me?"
"I wanted to get the ruby."
Bunce roared. Grattan commanded silence sharply, and the sailor's merriment ceased as suddenly as it had begun.