"Was he to meet you in Sykestown?"
Matt was silent.
"Ye kin gamble, Murg, that cowboy feller was ter meet him some'r's. Wharever ye find one of 'em ye're purty sure ter find t'other. I'm wonderin' why McGlory wasn't in the flyin' machine along with Motor Matt."
"If they were to meet anywhere," said Murgatroyd, "it was in Sykestown. Motor Matt would hardly try to rescue Mrs. Traquair alone."
A snaky smile accompanied the last words. Siwash Charley chuckled.
"It worked like a house afire," the latter muttered.
"Bring writing materials, Siwash," said the broker.
The other went to a box cupboard, swinging against the wall, and brought out some paper and envelopes, a bottle of ink and a pen. These he placed on the table in front of Murgatroyd.
"How many letters ye goin' ter write, Murg?" queried Siwash, hanging expectantly over the table.
"Three," replied the broker. "One letter will be sent to Lieutenant Cameron, another to Joe McGlory, and another to Mrs. Traquair."