"But why should Grattan want to publish his criminal work all over the country in moving pictures? And he put himself into the pictures, too—and that old sea dog, Bunce."
"That part of it is too many for me, Joe," answered Matt. "However, I can't see as the moving pictures of the robbery cut much figure now. The mandarin, Tsan Ti, has recovered the ruby, and is on his way to San Francisco to take ship for China. Grattan and Bunce made their escape, and are probably getting out of the country, or into parts unknown, as rapidly as they can. So far as we are concerned, the incident is closed. But it was certainly a startler to come face to face with a set of pictures like those—and so unexpectedly."
"First nickelodeon we struck, and the first picture shoved through the lantern," muttered the cowboy.
"Are you positive, Joe," went on Matt, "that the two thieves who figured in the picture were really Grattan and Bunce?"
"It's a cinch!" declared McGlory. "There can't be any mistake. I never saw a clearer set of pictures, and I'd know Grattan and Bunce anywhere—could pick 'em out of a thousand."
"That's the way it looked to me, and yet there's one point I can't understand. It's a point that doesn't agree with your assertion that Bunce was really in the picture."
"What point is that?"
"Why, it has to do with the green patch Bunce wears over his eye."
"The patch was in the picture, all right."
"Sure it was! But which of Bunce's eyes did it cover?"