“No tellee. Velly solly.”
“Then I must see Mrs. Staples,” persisted Merry.
“She velly sick. Velly solly. She can’t slee anyblody.”
“Well, you take her my card,” directed Merry, as he took out a card-case and tendered his card to the yellow-skinned servant.
“No take cald. She tellee me no bothal her. Go ’way. Come bimeby—to-mollow.”
“Now, look here, you son of the Flowery Kingdom,” exclaimed Merry, “I am going to see Mrs. Staples immediately, if she’s in condition to see anyone. If you don’t take her my card, you will simply compel me to intrude without being announced.”
“Bold, blad man!” chattered the Chinaman, with growing fear. “I callee police; have you ’lested.”
“You’re too thick-headed for the position you hold!” exasperatedly declared Merry. “Take my card to Mrs. Staples instantly, and she will see me as soon as she reads my name, Frank Merriwell, upon it.”
“Flank Mellowell!” almost shouted the Celestial. “You Flank Mellowell? Clome light in, quickee! Mladam, she expectee you.”
The door was flung open now, and Frank entered.