"Oh no. No. Owuh 'Sociashun foh Chinese people only. I show you if you like." Suddenly the Shroff beamed again. "Owuh 'Sociashun ve'y happy to see Hu-li again."
"Why do you call me Hu-li?"
"Ah? Because how you fence. Ha-ha. Ve'y quick. Ve'y clevuh. Hu-li in Chinese issa liddy ole animal.... Issa fox."
"Fox!" Lennox exclaimed. "So that's where the Quaker's name came from."
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing, Mr. Fu. Just the pieces crashing into place with a dull sickening thud. Show us where we fenced, please."
The Shroff led them down Mott Street, around a corner, up an alley and into a crumbling brick building from which an incredible uproar came. It sounded as though a giant were methodically beating an iron water tank to pieces. They mounted the stairs to a wooden door on which Chinese characters were painted and the Shroff ushered them into a large room.
"Dissowuh 'Sociashun," he shouted. "Foh Chinese people only. No Knott heah Satuhday night."
"What plays?" Lennox roared. "What's going on?"
"We p'epauh foh Chinese New Yeah next month."