"You have no right to rob Goldstein," said Matt. "I couldn't help you without being equally guilty."
"Goot boy!" applauded Goldstein. "That's der truth."
"This diamond merchant," argued Grattan, "is only a 'fence' for stolen property. He came out here to cheat me, cheat Tsan Ti, cheat the law. We're simply beating him at his own game."
"Two wrongs never made a right," answered Matt.
"You talk foolishly. But, even though you carry out your plan, I say again you will not get the Eye of Buddha. That is safely hidden where it will never be found. Besides—look at Bunce."
Matt had been giving his full attention to Grattan. He now swerved his eyes toward the sailor and found a revolver leveled in his direction.
"Here's Scoldin' Sairy starin' ye in the face," said Bunce. "Don't tease us no more or she'll speak."
"The moment that ball leaves your hand, Motor Matt," declared Grattan, "Bunce will fire. The rest of us will be left merely unconscious on the floor, but you—well, you're clever enough to imagine what will happen to you. Are you willing to talk sense? I promise to leave the Eye of Buddha with Goldstein in exchange for his satchel of money, but we must be allowed to escape with the satchel."
"I'll not help you rob Goldstein," answered Matt.
"Ye'd rather be sent to Davy Jones' locker, I suppose?" put in Bunce. "That's where ye'll go, as quick an' sure as though ye was wrapped in canvas and thrown over the side with a hundred-pound shot at yer pins."