Motor Matt's Clue; or, The Phantom Auto, Page 3

  CHAPTER III.

  LA VITA PLACE.

  "I'm all ahoo, and that's the truth of it," muttered Ferral. "This isthe greatest place for seein' things, and then losin' track of 'em,that I ever got into. There was certainly a man standing right therewhere you are, wasn't there?"

  "That's the way it looked to me," answered Matt. "It can't be that wewere all fooled. Imagination might have played hob with one of us, butit couldn't with all three."

  Ferral peered around him then looked over the shelf into the gulch, andup toward the top of the cliff.

  "Well, sink me, if this ain't the queerest business I ever ran into!Some one must be hoaxin' us."

  "Why should any one do that?" asked Matt. "What have they got to gainby such foolishness?"

  "I'm over my head. There's no use staying here, though, overhaulin' ourjaw-tackle. Let's go on to the ranch."

  "That's the ticket! If what we've seen and can't understand meansanything to us, it's bound to come out."

  They started back.

  "Are you on good terms with your cousin, Ralph Sercomb?" Matt asked, asthey walked along.

  "The last time I saw him was six years ago, when I came to Hamiltonto settle up my father's estate. Ralph was there, and I licked him. Ican't remember what it was for, but I did it proper. He was always moreor less of a sneak, but he's got one of these angel-faces, and to takehis sizing offhand no one would ever think he'd do anything wrong."

  "Does he live in Hamilton?"

  "No, in Denver. His mother and my mother were Uncle Jack's sisters.Last I heard of Ralph he was driving a racing-automobile for amanufacturing firm--a little in your line, I guess, eh?"

  By that time the two boys had got back to the machine. Carl was up infront, imagining all sorts of things.

  "I peen hearing funny noises," he remarked, as Matt "turned over" theengine and then got up in the driver's seat, "und dey keep chabbering,'Don'd go on, go pack, go pack,' schust like dot. I t'ink meppy vepedder go pack, Matt."

  "We can't go back, Carl," returned Matt, starting the machine as soonas Ferral had climbed into the tonneau. "We couldn't turn around inthis road even if we wanted to."

  "Vell, hurry oop und ged avay from dis shpooky blace. Der kevickervat ve do dot, der pedder off ve vas. I got some feelings dot dere isdrouple aheadt. Dot shpook plew indo nodding ven you come oop mit it,hey?"

  "The man vanished mysteriously--that's the size of it. If it wasdaylight, we might be able to figure out how he got away so suddenly."

  Under Motor Matt's skilful guidance the Red Flier ran purring alongthe dangerous road. Half a mile brought the car and its passengers tothe end of the cliff and the chasm, and they whirled out into levelcountry, covered with brush and trees.

  "There's a light ahead, mates!" announced Ferral, leaning over theback of the front seat, and pointing. "It's on the port side, too, andthat agrees with the instructions I got on leaving Lamy. That's LaVita Place, all right enough, and Ralph's at home if that light is anyindication."

  Owing to the fact that the house was almost screened from the road bytrees and bushes, it was impossible for the boys to see much of it. Thesingle light winked at them through a gap in the tree-branches, and wasevidently shining from an up-stairs window.

  "While you're routing out your cousin and telling him he has companyfor the night, Ferral," said Matt, turning from the road, "Carl and Iwill look for a place to leave the car."

  "Aye, aye, pard," assented Ferral, jumping out. "There must be a barnor something, I should think. Go around toward the back of the house."

  There was a blind road leading through the dark grove toward the rearof the place. The car's lamps shot a gleam ahead and Matt pushed onwardcarefully. When he and Carl came opposite the side of the house, theyheard voices, somewhere within the building, talking loudly. They couldnot distinguish what was said, as the intervening wall of the buildingsmothered the words.

  "Ve don't vas der only gompany vat dey haf do-nighdt, Matt," remarkedCarl, in a tone of huge relief. "It feels goot to be so glose py somany real peoples afder dot shpook pitzness."

  "I didn't think you believed in ghosts, Carl," laughed Matt.

  "Vell, a feller vas a fool ven he don'd pelieve vat he sees, ain'd he?"

  "That depends on how he looks at what he sees."

  This was too deep for Carl, and before he could frame an answer, Mattbrought the Red Flier to a halt in front of a small stone barn.

  The barn had a wide door, and Matt got out, took the tail lamp and wentforward to investigate. Opening one of the double doors, he steppedinside.

  The barn was a crude affair, the stones having been laid up withoutmortar. The roof consisted of a thatch of poles and boughs, overlaidwith earth.

  There was plenty of room in the structure, however, for the machine,and there were no horses in the place to damage it.

  While Carl opened both doors, Matt ran the Red Flier into its temporarygarage. Just as they had closed the doors and were about to start forthe house, Ferral ran up to them out of the darkness.

  "Here's a go!" he exclaimed. "I pounded on the front door till I wasblue in the face, and no one showed up."

  "There's some one in the house, all right," declared Matt. "Carl and Iheard them."

  "Sure ve dit," struck in Carl, "so blain as anyt'ing. Und dare vas alighdt, Verral--ve all saw der lighdt."

  "Well, there's no noise inside the house now, and no light, either,"replied the perplexed Ferral. "What sort of a blooming place is it? Assoon as I began pounding on the door, the voices died out and the lightvanished from the window."

  "Are you positive this is La Vita Place?" asked Matt, with a suddenthought that they might have made a mistake.

  Ferral himself had said that he had never been to the ranch before, andit was very possible he had gone wrong in following directions.

  "Call me a lubber if I ain't," answered Ferral decidedly. "Come aroundfront and I'll show you."

  Together the three boys made their way back through the gloomy grove,turned the corner of the building and brought up at the front door. Thehouse continued dark and silent.

  Ferral scratched a match and held the flickering taper at arm's lengthover his head.

  "Look at that printing above the door," said he.

  There, plainly enough, were the rudely painted words, "La Vita Place."

  "We're takin' our scope of cable this far, all right," observed Ferral,dropping the match and laying a hand on the door-knob, "and I guessI've got as good a right in Uncle Jack's house as anybody. Open up, Isay!" he shouted, and shook the door vigorously.

  No one answered. Not a sound could be heard inside the building.

  Matt stepped back and ran his eye over the gloomy outline of thestructure.

  It was a two-story adobe, the windows small and deeply set in the thickwalls. The window through which the light had been seen was now as darkas the others. This was as puzzling as any of the other events of thenight, but it could be explained. Those inside were not in a mood toreceive callers; but, even if that was the case, why could not some onecome to the door and say so?

  "I'm going to get in," said Ferral decidedly, stepping back as thoughhe would kick the door open.

  "Wait a minute," suggested Matt, "and let's see if the kitchen doorisn't unlocked."

  "It isn't--I've tried it."

  "How about the windows?"

  "The lower ones are all fastened."

  "Then I'll try one of the upper ones."

  There was a tree close to the corner of the house with a branchswinging close to the window through which the boys had seen the light.Watched by Ferral and Carl, Matt climbed the tree and made his waycarefully out along the branch. When opposite the window, he was ableto step one foot on the deep sill and balance himself while lifting thesash.

  "It's unlocked!" he called down softly. "I'll get inside and open thedoor."

  "There's no telling what you'll find inside there," Ferral called back."We'll all climb up and get in at t
he window, then look through thehouse together."

  Carl was beginning to have "spooky" feelings again. Not wanting to beleft alone by the front door, he insisted on being the next one toclimb the tree. Matt, who had got into the house, reached out and gavehis Dutch chum a helping hand. When Ferral came, they both gave him alift, and all three were presently inside the up-stairs room.

  "There's been somebody here, and not so very long ago," said Matt. "Ismell tobacco smoke."

  "It's t'ick enough to cut mit a knife," sniffed Carl.

  "I'll strike a match and look for a lamp," said Ferral, "then we cansee what we're doing."

  As the little flame flickered up in his hands, the boys took in thedimensions of a small, square room. A table with four chairs around itstood in the center of the room, and on the table was a pack of cards,left, apparently, in the middle of the game. In the midst of the cardsstood a lamp.

  Ferral lighted the lamp.

  "Four people were here," said he, picking up the lamp, "and it's aneasy guess they can't be far away. We'll cruise around a little and seewhat we can find."

  Opening the only door that led out of the room, Ferral stepped intothe hall. Just as he did so, a sharp, incisive report echoed throughthe house. A crash of glass followed, and Ferral was blotted out indarkness.