Matt told Cameron of the messages sent to Mrs. Traquair and to Matthews.
"I haven't heard from Mrs. Traquair," he finished, "but here's the message from Matthews."
Cameron read it over, his brow clouding.
"Do you know Matthews very well, Matt?" he inquired.
"Yes. He's a friend of Mrs. Traquair's and no friend of Murgatroyd's."
"Then his word, in this matter, ought to be as good as his bond. But, how in Heaven's name, was it possible for Mrs. Traquair to let herself be spirited away?"
"Murgatroyd is a loan shark," explained Matt, "and he is full of plausible tricks. He's not in Jamestown, and Mrs. Traquair isn't there. Hackberry's story, hard as it is to believe, in some respects, is beginning to prove itself."
"I don't like it, anyhow," and Cameron shook his head forebodingly.
"That's the way I stack up," declared McGlory. "I've got a hunch that there's a screw loose in all this crossfire of talk and letters—talk through knot holes and letters pushed through the walls of houses. Rot!" he grunted disgustedly.
"Maybe there's nothing in Hackberry's yarn," said Matt decisively, "but I can't turn my back on it. If Mrs. Traquair is in trouble, I must do what I can to help her out."