GRATTAN'S TRIUMPH.
Motor Matt understood the situation. The full realization came to him
with something like a shock. In some way Grattan had secured the aid
of the owner and crew of the _Iris_ in carrying out his villainous
designs. He had triumphed, for he had only to have Matt searched in
order to secure the ruby.
Philo Grattan was an educated fellow, and could be a man of pleasing
address when he so desired. In almost any honest line of work he could
have distinguished himself, for his ability was high above the average.
Yet, like so many others equally gifted, he had been drawn toward a
life of crime.
"Motor Matt," said he, in a tone and with a manner that was friendly,
"we meet again. The pleasure, on your part, I presume, is unexpected,
and perhaps of a doubtful quality, but so far as I am concerned, I
assure you that this renewing of our acquaintance leaves nothing to be
desired."
"Not a blessed thing," struck in Bunce, contorted with inward mirth,
"sink me, if it does!"
Grattan dropped a heavy hand on the mariner's shoulder.
"Keep a still tongue in your head," he ordered sternly. "I'm able to do
the talking."
"Then," and Matt turned toward Pardo, "this is simply a plot you have
engineered to get me into the hands of Grattan?"
"Simply and solely," was Pardo's cheerful answer.
"Pardo is my friend," explained Grattan. "He lives in Albany, when he's
at home--but he's rarely at home. He has been fortunate, of late, in
sundry little ventures, and happened to be well supplied with money.
No sooner had I lost my buckthorn cane, there in the old sugar camp,
at Purling, and been made aware of the fact that the Eye of Buddha had
been found, than I communicated with friend Pardo. I had met him in
Albany on my way to the Catskills, so I knew he was at home. He met me
in my temporary camp, and agreed to charter the _Iris_ to help me down
the river and out of the country after I had got back the ruby. The
_Iris_, together with a crew of men on whom we can depend, has been
awaiting my convenience for the past two days. Of course," and Grattan
showed his teeth in a smile, "my friend's name is not Pardo, any more
than mine is Grattan, or than this salt-water bungler on my left is
named Bunce."
Although Matt followed Grattan closely, he had, at the same time, been
covertly using his eyes.
The door leading into the stateroom behind him was closed. On the other
side of it he knew there was one brawny ruffian, and perhaps two.
Beyond the saloon's forward bulkhead he could hear the purring motor.
There, he inferred, was the engine room and the galley, with another
man who could be "depended on." At the steering and engine controls on
the after deck was surely another man, and probably one on the deck
overhead.
He and McGlory were hemmed in on all sides. There must have been,
counting those in the saloon, all of seven or eight men against them.
So far as Matt could see, the case was hopeless.
Matt's covert looks had not escaped the keen eyes of Grattan. The
scoundrel seemed able to read even the young motorist's thoughts.
"Don't think of escape, Motor Matt," said he. "That is entirely out of
the question. Neither you nor your friend are in any danger. I think
too highly of you to rob the world of so much talent and ingenuity.
Let us have another friendly and intimate chat such as we had in the
old sugar camp. I do not object to telling you things of great moment
to me, because I have already taken measures to make the knowledge
harmless. I escaped from the sugar camp, did I not? And all I told you
then did not in any way hamper me in proceeding with my plans. I am
willing to be equally frank now, in the hope that you, on your part,
will give me some of your confidence.
"You thought Tsan Ti, the mandarin, had started for San Francisco with
the ruby. Orientals are crafty. He gave it out that he was going to San
Francisco, and immediately started for New York. I had him followed
from the Hotel Kaaterskill, and shadowed while in New York. The man
who served me was clever, but not clever enough to keep Tsan Ti from
learning that he was under espionage. The mandarin became nervous. He
did not appeal to the police, as his heathen mind counsels him to have
nothing to do with the peace officers who serve the foreign devils. But
he had his man, Sam Wing, and other Chinamen, continually guard him.
One of these Chinamen was faithless. Some of my money, expended by the
man I had set to watch Tsan Ti, bought him. This Chinaman was Charley
Foo, and he betrayed the mandarin's trust for the sum of ten silver
dollars.
"Charley was in the room with Tsan Ti when the ruby was boxed, wrapped
and addressed to Motor Matt. Charley, also, went with Tsan Ti and Sam
Wing to the express office, and saw the package sent. Then, quite
naturally, Charley told my man, and my man telegraphed Pardo at
Hudson, and Pardo got the message to me, out there in that lonely
ravine.
"Then I began rehearsing Bunce in his part. Bunce is a natural
blockhead, and I was three hours teaching him what he was to say and
do. As an example of his folly, I will say that it was Bunce who stole
the speeder. The owner of the machine was inspecting a bit of siding
that wound around a low hill. The speeder was on the main track. All
Bunce had to do was to get aboard, switch on the gasoline and the
spark--and there you are. But why did we need the speeder when we had
two good motorcycles? Bunce can't tell. He doesn't know. He has a low
mind, and the itch to steal unimportant things runs in his blood--and
has more than once proved embarrassing to me.
"However, I saw a chance to use the speeder in beguiling you to my
ravine. The motorcycles would only have carried two, and there were
to be three of you, including Bunce. Besides, the machines might have
aroused your suspicions. So the speeder was used, and Pardo went over
the hill with Bunce and helped him hide the speeder within an arrow
flight of the Catskill railroad yards.
"Bunce took a risk. He knew it. I impressed upon him the fact that, if
he did not carry out his programme with earnestness, you would make a
prisoner of him and turn him over to the police. We knew Tsan Ti had
written that you must keep the ruby about you, and leave it nowhere
for security. I flattered myself you would bring the gem with you,
concealed somewhere upon your person. But Pardo, wearing clothes which
made him look vastly different, saw you leave the little box with the
hotel clerk. Instantly Pardo ran ahead of you to the place where Bunce
was waiting, and told him. The seeming failure of our plans threw Bunce
into a panic--you can expect so little of Bunce in a pinch!--and he
would have thrown over the whole matter, then and there, had not Pardo
advised him. 'Take them out into the hills,' said Pardo, 'and leave
them stranded there while you get away to the ravine and tell Grattan.
Grattan will know what to do.' And Grattan did."
An ironical smile crossed the face of the strange man, and he paused a
space. When he continued, his manner was again easy and vivacious.
"Ah, those section men! They helped gain time for me, and afforded
Bunce his opportunity to get away from you. Bunce fled--you know how.
He came to me and told me about the box, the box Motor Matt had left
with the hotel clerk to be put in the safe. A fountain pen and a sheet
of letter paper sufficed for the letter. I have seen your written name,
Motor Matt, and when I have once seen a person's handwriting, I can
copy it from memory after a lapse of one year or ten. Some say it is a
gift.
"We had sharp work ahead of us, Bunce and I. We rolled out of the
ravine on our motorcycles, gained the river bank below Catskill and
signaled the _Iris_. Pardo came ashore in the tender, and he loaned us
his motor-man for the work that claimed us. You know how he got the
box, and we know what it contained--cotton wadding, but no ruby. Motor
Matt, I could have shaken your hand and congratulated you--if you had
been near and I had had time.
"A few rebuffs are what I need to bring out the best that is in me.
Quick as a flash I thought of the motor-man's sick father in Buffalo,
and Pardo's call at your hotel to get you to take the _Iris_ to New
York. Shall I call it an inspiration? I believe it amounted to that.
"Bunce and I, snugged away in this saloon, slept and waited for the
issue of our scheming. Pardo came to report that you would be aboard
the _Iris_ at eight-thirty. I was almost sure of success, but not
certain. You have a way, Motor Matt, of disappointing people like me,
and I was not counting positively upon success until I had you in my
hands.
"Well, here you are. I have only the kindliest feelings toward you, but
you know what I want, and what I want, in this instance, I am going to
have."
Grattan got up and stood beside the table, a superb figure of a man
whose head just cleared the deck above.
"I have devoted time, and study, and faced dangers innumerable," he
proceeded, betrayed into passionate vehemence, "to secure the Eye of
Buddha! I have beaten down every obstacle, and secured the stone only
to lose it; now it is mine again, mine. Motor Matt," and he stretched
out his hand, "I will trouble you for the Eye of Buddha!"