"Did he see any Chinaman on board?"
"No. He didn't see anyone. There didn't appear to be anyone about, or else they were at tea," concluded Clarence ungrammatically.
"Humph," said the detective, noting the name of the yacht, "do you know anything of the silk tie?"
"No. Aunt Lavinia says it belongs to Ainsleigh, but I never saw it till it was round the throat of the old girl. I should like to think he put it there," said Clarence pleasantly, "for I want that chap out of the way; but I believe Tung-yu's the man."
"Perhaps he is. Have you a copy of that advertisement?"
"No. But I reckon Ainsleigh has. Ain't you going to see him?"
Rogers nodded. "Straight away. And I thank you for what you have told me. You want him hanged I presume."
"Well no I reckon not. He's in my way, but I can lay him out on my own, without the lynching biznai."
"You are fairer than your aunt," said the detective once more.
"Go slow. She's only an acid-drop, and you can't size her up, just as an ordinary girl. She was crazy on Markham, the father of this young Ainsleigh, and----"