"Undeniably," was the answer.
"Well, Slocum sent that to me last night, and claimed to be you. I had never seen you, and, consequently, didn't know he was acting a part."
"Mighty complimentary to me, I must say," muttered the colonel, "to mistake Slocum for myself. Well, go on, King. What happened?"
"Slocum hired me to drive a car in the race for the Borden cup. He offered me five hundred dollars for doing it, and a bonus of two thousand dollars if I won. And he hired me for the Stark-Frisbie Company!"
"Hardly!" returned the colonel. "He had no authority. Stark-Frisbie are not dealing through such rascals as Slocum."
"I signed an agreement to that effect, anyway," went on Matt.
"Did you read that agreement before you signed it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then look at this. Sercomb just brought it in."
The colonel pulled a folded paper out of his desk and handed it to Matt.