There's never been a complaint about him."
"Allee velly proper," crooned Sin Sin Wa.
Kerry stared intently for some moments at Bryce; then, turning
suddenly to Sin Sin Wa:
"I want to see your wife," he said. "Fetch her."
Sin Sin Wa gently patted his knees.
"She velly bad woman," he declared. "She no hate topside pidgin."
"Don't talk!" shouted Kerry. "Fetch her!"
Sin Sin Wa turned his hands palms upward.
"Me no hate gotchee wifee," he murmured.
Kerry took one pace forward.
"Fetch her," he said; "or--" He drew a pair of handcuffs from the
pocket of his oilskin.
"Velly bad luck," murmured Sin Sin Wa. "Catchee trouble for wifee no
got."
He extended his wrists, meeting the angry glare of the Chief Inspector
with a smile of resignation. Kerry bit savagely at his chewing-gum,
glancing aside at Bryce.
"Did you ever see his wife?" he snapped.
"No, sir. I didn't know he had one."
"No habgotchee," murmured Sin Sin Wa, "velly bad woman."
"For the last time," said Kerry, stooping and thrusting his face
forward so that his nose was only some six inches from that of Sin Sin
Wa, "where's Mrs. Sin?"
"Catchee lun off," replied the Chinaman blandly. "Velly bad woman.
Tlief woman. Catchee stealee alla my dollars!"
"Eh!"
Kerry stood upright, moving his shoulders and rattling the handcuffs.
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