“So yez can’t tell what yez’re doin’ in this house,” he said with fine sarcasm.
The Jap shook his head emphatically and returned a positive, “No tell!”
Phelan balanced his club for a moment and strode toward the Jap.
“Yez better come with me,” he said through compressed lips.
The Jap started back with a frightened exclamation.
“You no take me to jail?” he uttered, while his yellow features twitched with fear.
“In a minute,” replied the elated officer, “if yez don’t tell me what yez’re doin’ here. I’ve been lookin’ out for this place while Mr. Gladwin was in foreign parts, and”–––
“You know Mr. Gladwin?” broke in the Jap, excitedly.
“No, I ain’t never seen him,” said Phelan, “but I 47 know this is his house an’ I been keepin’ my eye on it fer him.”
“Mr. Gladwin––he my boss!” and the Jap grinned from ear to ear.