“I was afraid Pearl had had trouble,” said he. “We passed her on the road, sitting beside a taxicab that had run head-on into a stone wall. Motor Matt was nowhere in sight, and I thought he had suspected that something was wrong, and had escaped. I didn’t dare stop and ask any questions, you see, because McGlory was with us.”
“We came near having a streak of hard luck there, Tibbits, but we pulled through all right. What shall we do with Motor Matt?”
“Bring him in, of course. His chum’s anxious to see him, and I suppose he’s equally anxious to see McGlory.”
“He’s tied,” said Dimmock.
“Then untie him. He won’t get away.”
Tibbits pulled something from his pocket that flashed in the lamplight.
“I’ll keep him under the point of this,” Tibbits went on, “until he gets where I want him to go.”
Sanders, standing on the footboard of the car, leaned into the tonneau and helped Dimmock remove the cords that bound Matt’s arms and legs. When the cords were removed, Matt tried to stand, but tottered back upon the seat.
“Pretty rough treatment you’ve had, eh?” laughed Dimmock. “Well, you’ll be entertained so royally here, Motor Matt, that you’ll forget all the unpleasant things that have happened to you.”
In a few moments, Matt was able to climb out of the tonneau. Tibbits’ revolver was leveled at him the instant he dropped down from the footboards.