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"But admit no more of them to come in, these strangers." "Tchee, tchee! Velly ploper. Sometime big feller come in if Pidgin palaber or not. Pidgin never lude to big feller." "Your life may depend on it," said Chunda Lal impressively. "How many are here?" Ah-Fang-Fu turned at last from his cards, pointing in three directions, and, finally, at Gaston Max. "Four?" said the Hindu "how can it be?"
And in upon these dreary musings broke an altercation between Mrs. Sin and her husband. "Keep the blasted thing covered up!" she cried hoarsely. "Tling-a-Ling wantchee catchee bleathee sometime," crooned Sin Sin Wa. "Hello, hello!" croaked the raven drowsily. "Smartest smartest smartest leg." "You catchee sleepee, Tling-a-Ling," murmured the Chinaman. "Mrs. Sin no likee you palaber, lo!"
"Don't like to 'ear about your wicked past, do you?" continued Bill. "Wicked old yellow-faced 'eathen! Remember the 'dive' in 'Frisco, Pidgin? Wot a rough 'ouse! Remember when I come in full up I was: me back teeth well under water an' you tried to Shanghai me?" "You cutee palaber. All damn lie," muttered the Chinaman. "Ho! a lie is it?" roared the other.
"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.
I enquired. "Master no got," crooned Ah Tsong. He proceeded quietly to close the door again. "One moment," I said, "one moment. I wish, at any rate, to leave my card." Ah Tsong allowed the door to remain open, but: "No usee palaber so fashion," he said. "No feller comee here. Sabby?" "I savvy, right enough," said I, "but all the same you have got to take my card in to Mr. Camber."
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.
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