CHAPTER V.
MATT GOES TROUBLE-HUNTING.
No matter how firmly convinced Colonel Plympton had been regardingMatt's treacherous intentions, the tremendous shock the note gave himwas too real to be feigned.
"Isn't that your signature, King?" demanded Plympton.
"Yes, sir, so far as I can see; but certainly I never signed any paperlike that. I'm not that sort of a fellow, Colonel Plympton. Did RalphSercomb deliver that paper to you?"
"I don't know why I should make a secret of it. Yes, he did; but it wasbecause he had the interests of the Stark-Frisbie Company at heart."
"You're wrong, sir," said Matt firmly. "This is a cut-and-dried plot,all the way through. Sercomb has got it in for me, and this rascal,Slocum, is helping him spoil my chances with the Stark-Frisbie Company."
The colonel's face hardened.
"Seeing how you took that note, I was ready to believe this the firsttime you ever laid eyes on it," said he, "but you are spoiling the goodimpression by blaming Sercomb."
"In a case like this I have to put the blame where it belongs."
A blow in the face could not have dazed Matt more than that note haddone. Now, however, his anger and indignation were coming uppermost.In his case, that always meant that his brain was clearing, and everymuscle steadying itself to the tensity of a fore-stay.
"I can't go into your private quarrels, King," said Colonel Plympton,"and even if you are innocent of any dealings with a representativeof the Bly-Lambert people, after what has happened I couldn'tconscientiously hire you. Besides, you are virtually a stranger; youhave never driven in a motor-race--which is vastly different fromordinary driving, and requires experience--and you are rather young toenter the racing field."
"That isn't the point just now, colonel," said Matt. "I am bound toget into that race for the Borden cup, now, in order to show that myintentions are honest--and in order to prove that there is villainouswork afoot and that some one is trying to make me the victim of it. Iowe this to myself, and I also owe it to Mr. Tomlinson, who recommendedme to you. That paper," and he pointed to the document which he hadpicked up and laid on the colonel's desk, "is not the one I thoughtI was signing. Slocum juggled it around in the place of the other. Ican see that, now that the contemptible plot has come out. Do you knowSercomb's handwriting, colonel?"
"As well as my own."
Matt fished from his pocket the communication which Carl had brought tothe hotel.
"Please tell me if that is Sercomb's writing," said he.
"No," answered the colonel decidedly.
"Kindly read the note through, anyway. It will show a reason for thisSlocum plot."
Colonel Plympton read the note through carefully, and with aconsiderable show of surprise.
"Where did you get that?" he asked.
Matt thereupon told how Carl had been waylaid and taken to the meetingroom of the Drivers' Club, of what had transpired there, and how Carlhad been turned loose in an unknown quarter of the town and sent to thehotel with the letter.
"This is too incredible, King!" exclaimed the colonel. "It's thewildest kind of a yarn. No, I'm not disputing your word at all, butsimply suggesting that some of the drivers may be having a little funat your expense. That the racing men should band together to keep youout of the game is too outrageous for belief."
"I thought myself it was all a bluff until this Slocum business cameout," said Matt. He got up. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this,colonel," said he with a glint in his gray eyes, "and I'm goingto drive a car in that Kansas race. I should like to race for theStark-Frisbie Company, but, if that's impossible, I'll go in forwhoever will give me a show."
"I'm afraid it's impossible, King, so far as our people are concerned.I'm glad you came in here and had this talk with me, though, for Ithink a hundred per cent. better of you than I did before. I wasthinking Tomlinson had been deceived in you. I'll not tell him aboutthis signed paper if you don't want me to."
"I want you to, sir," returned Matt earnestly. "I believe Mr. Tomlinsonhas too much confidence in me to take any stock in that thing."
"You're going to Kansas?"
"Yes, sir."
"On your own hook?"
"It seems that I'm not able to go any other way."
"Egad, I like your spirit, anyhow! When do you start?"
"Just as soon as I transact a little business with Slocum, and a fewothers who need my attention."
"Well, good luck to you!" The colonel got up and took Matt's hand."You've got a way of inspiring confidence, and I wish I could dosomething for you, but I'm afraid it's out of the question. Win thatKansas race, though, and you'll have more offers to drive motor-carsthan you can fill."
Matt experienced a sense of great relief as he left Colonel Plympton'soffice. He felt that he had accomplished not a little in ranging thecolonel on his side.
Carl was waiting impatiently for Matt, walking up and down the hoteloffice and keeping his eyes constantly on the windows that faced thestreet.
As Matt, in a quiet corner of the office, told about the treachery ofSlocum, Carl's rage was so intense that it would have been ludicrous inany other circumstances.
"Ach, dot sgoundrel! dot fillian!" he wheezed. "Oof I hat him here Ivould make him t'ink a brick house hat fell on him! Der plackguard! Dertinhorn! Led me go oudt und look for him!"
Carl jumped furiously from his chair, but Matt caught him and pulledhim back.
"There's somebody else we're to look for, Carl," said he.
"Who's dot?"
"Sercomb and his scheming friends."
"Yah, you bed you! Ve vill findt dose fellers, und ven ve do findt demve vill ged some shtrangle-holts on dem und make dem say oudt vere issSlocum."
"It's not often that I go hunting trouble," said Matt grimly, "butthat's what I'm going to do now."
"How ve shtart it oudt, Matt?" queried Carl.
"We'll look for that basement club-room."
"Yah, so, aber how ve findt dot?"
"Can't you take me to the alley where the gang set upon you?"
"Easy! Afder dot, how ve going to findt dot cellar-blace? I hadsomet'ing ofer my headt ven I vas dook dere, und I don'd see nodding."
"Well, they had an automobile in the cellar. That means that thebasement door was wide enough to take the machine in, and that thereis an incline for the car to climb and descend. That will give us ourclue. I'll warrant that there are not many basement doors of thatdescription opening upon that alley."
"Pully!" murmured Carl, almost overcome with admiration. "Vat a headtit iss! Matt, oof I hat a headt like dot, I vouldt haf Rockybuiltbacked off der poard."
"Let's confine our attention to backing Sercomb off the board, andstraightening out this tangle." Matt got up. "Come on, Carl."
"Vill dere be anypody in der clup-room now? Meppy dey don'd cometogedder undil nighdt, und meppy nod efery nighdt, eider."
"We'll go and try to find the place, anyhow," replied Matt. "If there'sno one there we'll go back again to-night."
"Pully!" As they left the hotel and Carl led the way toward the streetwhere he had been captured, the night before, he remarked with achuckle: "Oof I don'd vas aple to use my eyes lashdt nighdt you bed youI used my ears! I hear how dose raps vas gifen on der toor, und I cangif dem meinseluf schust der same vay."
A ten minutes' walk carried the two boys to the mouth of the alleywhere Carl had been set upon.
"Dis vas der site oof der shdreet, und dis vas der blace," said he."Dey must haf dook me oop dere," and he pointed.
The alley was narrow and on both sides was lined with the rear walls ofsecond-rate store-buildings. Every building, so far as Matt could see,had a door.
The narrow passage was paved with brick, and this prevented Matt fromseeing the tracks which an automobile might have left on the surface ofbare ground.
Slowly the boys walked along the alley, peering at the doors on leftand right as they advanced. They were about half-way through the alleywhen they fo
und what they were seeking, namely, a wide door at the footof a steep incline. The descent was not more than two feet downwardfrom the surface of the alley, and the wide door was set well back, sothat the cut-out place would not interfere with teaming through thepassage.
"Py shinks," whispered Carl excitedly, "ve haf foundt der blace!"
"No doubt of it," answered Matt with a grim feeling of satisfaction.
There were no windows in the basement wall of the building, and thosein the upper stories were dusty and cobwebbed.
Softly Matt descended to the door at the foot of the incline andmotioned for Carl to follow.
The Dutch boy gained his side.
"Now rap," said Matt, "and see how good an imitation you can give ofwhat you heard last night."
Carl drummed the peculiar tattoo. There was no response. After waitinga little he drummed it again, but louder.
This, somewhat unexpectedly, brought an answer.
"Who approaches?" demanded a muffled voice from within.
"Tell him 'Two drivers oof racing-cars,' Matt," whispered Carl. "Myvoice vouldt gif me avay."
"Two drivers of racing-cars," called Matt.
"Give me the countersign."
"Four speeds forvard und vone referse," whispered Carl.
Matt repeated the words. Instantly the door was opened and a young manof twenty-two or three stood in front of the boys.
With a bellow of rage Carl jumped forward.
"Higgins! Oof it ain'd! Now vatch, Higgins, vile I show you derpeautiful aurora porealis, und der leedle shooding shdars, und dercomics. Dis meeding makes me so habby as I can't dell!"