“It is part of his deceit. I tell you it is of the devil! Be warned! I will take no further part in it.”
The placid, whimsical Chinaman was back like a flash. “Good man. Foolish man,” he repeated once more. “Plenty time. He learn better some day. Now I bring bad case—very bad case. Ow!”
He reclined his head in the cushion and did not raise it as the voice, a feminine voice, broke out:
There was a pause.
“Janet, I say! Where is the morning tea? Janet! This is intolerable! I have called you again and again! Janet!” The figure sat up, blinking and rubbing his eyes.
“What is this?” cried the voice. “Who are you? What right have you here? Are you aware that this is my house?”
“No, friend, this is my house.”
“Your house! How can it be your house when this is my bedroom? Go away this moment!”
“No, friend. You do not understand your position.”