"Smartest leg in Buenos Ayres--Buenos
Ayres--p'lice chop--p'lice chop, lo!"
"Oh," whispered Mollie Gretna, in the darkness, "I believe I am going
to scream!"
Pyne closed the door, and a dimly discernible figure on the opposite
side of the room stooped and opened a little cupboard in which was a
lighted ship's lantern. The lantern being lifted out and set upon a
rough table near the stove, it became possible to view the apartment
and its occupants.
It was a small, low-ceiled place, having two doors, one opening upon
the street and the other upon a narrow, uncarpeted passage. The window
was boarded up. The ceiling had once been whitewashed and a few limp,
dark fragments of paper still adhering to the walls proved that some
forgotten decorator had exercised his art upon them in the past. A
piece of well-worn matting lay upon the floor, and there were two
chairs, a table, and a number of empty tea-chests in the room.
Upon one of the tea-chests placed beside the cupboard which had
contained the lantern a Chinaman was seated. His skin was of so light
a yellow color as to approximate to dirty white, and his face was
pock-marked from neck to crown. He wore long, snake-like moustaches,
which hung down below his chin.
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