[CHAPTER XII.]
A TIGHT CORNER.
It was a characteristic of Motor Matt that he never became "rattled." A clear head and steady nerves were absolutely essential in his chosen career. To these he added a quick and sure judgment.
"Surprised, are you?" asked Grattan, with a choppy laugh.
"Well, yes, in a way," replied Matt coolly.
"I wonder if you know what you're up against?"
"You have a stolen ruby, called the Eye of Buddha, and Goldstein is here to buy it."
"My cracious!" gasped the Jew, throwing up his hands.
There was no doubting his surprise, so Matt knew that he, at least, was not in the plot.
"Close your face, Goldstein," scowled Grattan. "This business isn't going to bother you. Take a seat, Motor Matt," he added. "We'll have a little chin-chin before we get busy."