"He is a brave man; he comes alone."
He paused, and then suddenly resumed in pidgin English:
"You likee killa him, eh?"
Perhaps unconscious that she did so, Mrs. Sin replied also in English:
"No, I am mad. Let me think, old fool!"
She dropped the stiletto and raised her hand dazedly to her brow.
"You gotchee tired of knifee chop, eh?" murmured Sin Sin Wa.
Mrs. Sin clenched her hands, holding them rigidly against her hips;
and, nostrils dilated, she stared at the smiling Chinaman.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
Sin Sin Wa performed his curious oriental shrug.
"You putta topside pidgin on Sir Lucy alla lightee," he murmured.
"Givee him hell alla velly proper."
The pupils of the woman's eyes contracted again, and remained so. 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. Sin snapped her fingers under his nose then stooped, picked up
the stiletto, and swiftly restored it to its sheath.
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