Her hands resting
upon her hips, she came forward, until her dark evil face almost
touched the yellow, smiling face of Sin Sin Wa.
"Listen, old fool," she said in a low, husky voice; "I have done with
you, ape-man, for good! Yes! I killed Lucy, I killed him! He belonged
to me--until that pink and white thing took him away. I am glad I
killed him. If I cannot have him neither can she. But I was mad all
the same."
She glanced down at Kerry, and:
"Tie him up," she directed, "and send him to sleep. And understand,
Sin, we've shared out for the last time--You go your way and I go
mine. No stinking Yellow River for me. New York is good enough until
it's safe to go to Buenos Ayres."
"Smartest leg in Buenos Ayres," croaked the raven from his wicker
cage, which was set upon the counter.
Sin Sin Wa regarded him smilingly.
"Yes, yes, my little friend," he crooned in Chinese, while
Tling-a-Ling rattled ghostly castanets. "In Ho-Nan they will say that
you are a devil and I am a wizard. That which is unknown is always
thought to be magical, my Tling-a-Ling."
Mrs. Sin, who was rapidly throwing off the effects of opium and
recovering her normal self-confident personality, glanced at her
husband scornfully.
"Tell me," she said, "what has happened? How did he come here?"
"Blinga filly doggy," murmured Sin Sin Wa.
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