"No, I won't split on you. But if Forge is guilty he must be arrested," said Rupert decisively.
"But I don't know if he strangled the old girl after all."
"You said he did, last night."
"Well I wanted to know the secret of that fan."
Rupert shrugged his shoulders. "You know that the fan when waved in a certain smoke--of which by the way you learned nothing--reveals a hiding place which contains certain things Tung-yu wants--"
"To ruin Lo-Keong," said Burgh quickly. "So I guess if I can pick up that fan from old Forge, I'll yank in the dollars."
"Aren't you satisfied with what you have."
"This thousand. Oh that's all right. I cashed the cheque before I joined you at the station--got it in gold so I can clear out when it suits me. It's always as well to be ready to git."
"I suppose," said Ainsleigh dryly, "in your varied career, you have had frequent occasions to 'git' as you call it."
"You bet. But git's slang American and good Turkish lingo, so you've no need to sneer old man. 'Say, about Forge. What's to be done?"