“I knew you didn’t have the envelope,” was the surprising answer. “McGlory got that. Kelly and I were close enough to hear him talking with you and to see him when he ran down the road. He fooled you that time, and no mistake.” There was growing bitterness in Matt’s heart as he listened. “You knew McGlory was to take the private report from me?” he asked. “Well, Billings told me the cowboy had put up a deal of some kind.” “So McGlory had planned the scheme with Billings, had he?” “Yes.” “And McGlory took the report to Billings?” “That’s where he went with it.” The breath hung in Matt’s throat. His chum’s treachery had been deliberately planned and executed. McGlory was playing into the colonel’s hands, and bringing about his own undoing. Naturally Matt inferred that his friend thought more of his prospective fortune than of his comradeship. Choosing the dishonest wealth, he had turned his back on his friend. Sad and disheartened, Matt allowed Kelly to pilot him through the woods. With head down, the young motorist stumbled onward, more concerned with his sorrowful reflections than he was over the place to which he was being taken. Suddenly Matt’s forward movement was stayed, and he heard Levitt speaking: “I’ll look out for him, Kelly, and you go ahead and make sure that there’s no one around.” Matt lifted his eyes. They were at the edge of the woods, immediately behind the garage. While Levitt took charge of him, the prisoner saw Kelly cross the open space separating the timber line from the garage, and enter the building by a rear door. He came back presently, leaving the door ajar. “Not a soul there, Levitt,” said he. “Come on with him, and come quick.” Matt was hurried over the intervening space and into the garage. There were only two cars in the garage--the runabout and a large touring car--and not another person in sight. Matt, pushed to the foot of a stairway leading to the second floor, was told to climb upward. He obeyed. At the top of the flight there was a door. Kelly pushed it open, drew Matt inside, and Levitt came after them. “Are you sure you understand just what you’re to do, Kelly?” inquired Levitt, in an anxious tone. “Sure I do,” answered Kelly. “There wasn’t so much of it that I can’t remember it all.” “Do your work faithfully and you’ll never regret it.” Levitt drew back out of the room and closed the door behind him. “Lay down on that bunk there, my lad,” said Kelly, pointing to a cot at one side of the small room. It was a room set apart for the man in charge of the garage, and was rudely but comfortably furnished. Matt, still cast down by his cowboy chum’s treachery, was as yet taking but little interest in what happened to him. He stumbled over upon the cot, glad of an opportunity to rest with some degree of comfort while his mind regained its normal powers and allowed him to think clearly of McGlory’s case. Kelly secured his feet with an end of the rope that bound his hands.