“Vell, he say dot he tell you somet’ing aboudt a feller mit der name oof Dolo, und——”
A shout of joy escaped Glennie, and he dropped his suit case and jumped for the ladder.
“Wait, Mr. Glennie,” said Bob, “and I’ll have the Chinaman come down.”
“Very good,” said Glennie, smothering his impatience and dropping down on the locker.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
AH SIN’S CLEW.
The Chinaman came scuffling down the ladder in his wooden sandals. He wore an old slouch hat pulled low over his ears, and when he stepped from the last rung to the floor of the periscope room, he shoved his hands into the wide sleeves of his blue silk blouse and stood looking around him in gaping amazement.
“I’m Mr. Glennie,” said the ensign impatiently. “Do you want to see me?”
“Allee same,” answered the Celestial. “You makee that, huh?” he added, pulling the crumpled handbill from one of his sleeves and holding it in front of the ensign’s eyes. “You givee fitty dol if I tell where you findee Japanese man?”
“Yes,” replied Glennie, stirring excitedly.