FOLLOWING UP THE CHINESE CLEW.
Old King Brady hardly knew how to handle the old Chinaman.
The man's face was as expressionless as a wooden block when he said:
"Me no talkee, boss. Two hlundled dlollars, den me tellee you sometling big. No givee me, go away."
"Something big?" queried Old King Brady. "You mean something more than just about the boy?"
"Yair, whole lot more. Me no dlead one. Some fellers tlink me dlead one—no."
What was he driving at?
Old King Brady's curiosity was fully aroused.
At last he ended it by counting out another hundred and placing the whole in the Chinaman's hand.
The old fellow chuckled.