With the letter open in his hand, Carl ran his finger over some of the words.
"'Vill cut loose from Wienerwurst'," read Carl. "Vat dit Pringle mean by dot?"
Matt laughed softly. Carl was as good as a circus, now and then.
"Why," answered Matt, "he means that he'll cut loose from you. Which is just what he did."
"Yah, so," said Carl grimly. "Dot's a new vone. Wienerwurst! I fix him for dot vone oof dose days. Anyvay, led's be jeerful. Pringle ain'd so mooch himseluf. Den look, vat I see again. 'Vill check trunk drough to der Needles.' He means py dot, meppy, dot der trunk, mit vat I got insite, has gone on to der Needles. Vell, pympy I ged dot trunk. Yah, you bed you! 'Wienerwurst!' Ach, du lieber!"
Carl threw the letter away from him and got up.
"Pringle make some monkey-doodle pitzness mit me, und you bed you I do der same mit him."
Matt picked up the letter, returned it to the envelope, and he and Carl cautiously opened the door and let themselves out into the hall. Making as little noise as possible, they descended to the outside door, passed into the dark street, turned the corner of the hotel and made for the barn.
It was about eight o'clock, and everything was gloomy and silent in the vicinity of the hotel.
"Meppy you pedder shtrike some lights, hey?" suggested Carl, following Matt into the blank darkness that reigned in the makeshift garage.