"Most assuredly."
"It is precisely the same with me. I believe that the movement of the joss sticks in my case is controlled by the spirit of my dead father. He never lied to me living. Why should he do so now that he has dropped the body and is living in the world of spirits?"
"It is too deep for me. It would seem, though, that you must be a spiritualist."
Ah Lung shrugged his shoulders.
"I know very little about your American spiritualists," he replied, "but we will not continue the subject. I am ready."
"Where do we go?"
"We will talk of that outside."
"Am I made up to suit you?"
"Yes, yes. As I look at you I fail to see how any one could see through your disguise."
They passed out of the joss house and walked down Jackson street hill.