"Me tlink yair," was the reply. "Me no can tellee, but me tlink yair. You go?"
"Yes, I'll go. How much money is there?"
"Me no know. Pow Chow no tellee dlat."
"Who was it stolen from?"
"Me no know dlat neder. Me no can tellee dlat. You go?"
"Yes, yes, I'll go," replied the old detective.
"Dlen you better go quick. So you win, lemember, old man, gimme more money—see?"
"Perhaps I will," assented the old detective. "We'll see what it all amounts to first."
And with that Fen Wix departed.
"A most peculiar piece of business," observed Harry. "I must say I am very much afraid you have blown in your money for nothing, governor."