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"D'you think I'm going to wait 'ere while you prods about in all the blasted lot? It's damn near high tide I shan't get out. 'Alf time! Savvy? Shove it on the scales!" Sin Sin Wa shook his head. "Too muchee slick. Too muchee bhobbery," he murmured. "Sin Sin Wa gotchee sabby what him catchee buy or no pidgin." "What's the game?" inquired George menacingly.
"Old fool!" she cried at Sin Sin Wa. "What are you doing?" But Sin Sin Wa, his sleeves rolled up above his yellow, sinewy forearms, now tossed his pigtail, serpentine, across his shoulder and touched it with his fingers, an odd, caressing movement. "Ho!" laughed Mrs. Sin in her deep scoffing fashion, "it is for me you make all this bhobbery, eh? It is me you are going to chastise, my dear?"
Ah Fung allee lightee now topside. Chasee filly doggy. Allee velly proper. No bhobbery." "Talk less and act more," said Mrs. Sin. "Tie him up, and if you must talk, talk Chinese. Tie him up." She pointed to Kerry. Sin Sin Wa tucked his hands into his sleeves and shuffled towards the masked door communicating with the inner room.
Presently: "Hon'lable p'lice patrol come 'long plenty soon," murmured Sin Sin Wa. "Indeed?" said Sir Lucien, glancing at his wristwatch. "The door is open above." Sin Sin Wa raised one yellow forefinger, without moving either hand from the knee upon which it rested, and shook it slightly to and fro. "Allee lightee," he murmured. "No bhobbery. Allee peaceful fellers." "Will they want to come in?"
She laughed hoarsely and tossed her head. "Who told you that?" she asked contemptuously. "It was the doll-woman who killed him I have said so." "You tella me so hoi, hoi! But old Sin Sin Wa catchee wonder. Lo!" he extended a yellow forefinger, pointing at his wife "Mrs. Sin make him catchee die! No bhobbery, no palaber. Sin Sin Wa gotchee you sized up allee timee." Mrs.
As he leaned over the counter, scrutinising his visitors, Max thrust forward the golden scorpion held in the palm of his hand. "Hoi, hoi" chattered the Chinaman. "Fo-Hi fellers, eh? You hab got plenty much late. Other fellers Fo-Hi pidgin plenty much sooner. You one time catchee allee same bhobbery, b'long number one joss-pidgin man!"
"You cutee palaber!" chattered Ah-Fang-Fu, busy with the pipe. "You likee too much chin-chin. You make nice piece bhobbery." "Not a 'bean'," continued Bill reminiscently "not a 'oat." He sat up violently. "Even me pipe an' baccy was gone!" he shouted. "You'd even pinched me pipe an' baccy! You'd pinch the whiskers off a blind man, you would, Pidgin! 'And over the dope.
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