"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.
"Is there anyone upstairs?" he demanded.
"Nobody hate. Sin Sin Wa alla samee lonesome. Catchee shinum him
joss."
Kerry dropped the handcuffs back into the pocket of his overall and
took out an electric torch. With never another glance at Sin Sin Wa he
went out into the passage and began to mount the stairs, presently
finding himself in a room filled with all sorts of unsavory rubbish
and containing a large cupboard. He uttered an exclamation of triumph.
Crossing the littered floor, and picking his way amid broken cane
chairs, tea-chests, discarded garments and bedlaths, he threw open the
cupboard door. Before him hung a row of ragged clothes and a number of
bowler hats. Directing the ray of the torch upon the unsavory
collection, he snatched coats and hats from the hooks upon which they
depended and hurled them impatiently upon the floor.
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