The brazenness of the proposition struck Burton, and struck him hard. But it was the logical thing for Carter to do, in the circumstances. It was a trump card, and he was cunning enough to know how to play it.
"I'm getting a good many surprises to-night," muttered Burton, "but I guess I deserve it for trusting a whelp like you. I agree, of course. You know very well I can't do anything else."
"You'll not take any legal action against me?" asked Carter eagerly.
"No."
"Of course I can't work for the show any longer?"
"Well, I should say not! What do you take me for?"
"I thought as much, but I wanted to make sure."
"Just a moment," put in Matt. "Where were you to meet Dhondaram, and at what time?"
"Didn't he tell you that? It was to be sometime before the show was over, at the edge of the grounds on the south side. I was to come that way with the basket, and whistle. Where did you nab the Hindoo? I suppose it was that infernal snake business that got you after him."
"He hasn't been nabbed," returned Matt. "You took that for granted, Carter."