"Comee here when Sin Sin Wa hate gone for catchee shavee, liftee alla my dollars, and-pff! chee-lo!" He raised his hand and blew imaginary fluff into space. Kerry stared down at him with an expression in which animal ferocity and helplessness were oddly blended. Then: "Bryce," he said, "stay here. I'm going to search the house." "Very good, sir." Kerry turned again to the Chinaman.