"Oh, me know. He camee here. Me see. Me know you, too."
Seeing that the case was hopeless, Alice asked him inside.
The old fellow shuffled into the room and looked around cautiously.
"Come," said Alice, "tell me what you want."
"Bout boy?" was the reply. "No telle you. Only tellee Kling Blady."
The old detective walked into the room.
He did not know the man so far as he could remember.
Nor was he particularly surprised at the situation, for he had taken no steps to conceal his identity.
"Hello, John! Here I am. Now what you got to say to me about that boy?" he asked.
"Money," replied the Chink. "Me can tell. Two hlundled dlollar—yair."