“Sellee cheap. Allee same one dollar!” said the Celestial, winking at Harry.
“All right! Hyars yer dollar. Now take it gal, an’ I say, what’s that you told me about? I want to see all the sights. But I’ll be gol-blamed if I haven’t forgotten.”
“Oh, you mean hit the pipe,” said Harry.
“Yas, yas! That’s it. I dunno what it is, but b’gosh I’m reddy fer it.”
Harry winked at Ah Ling, who bit readily enough.
“Yeppee, me slee!” he said. “Hittee pipe. Heap fine tlime. Comee dis lay.”
The detectives followed the Chinaman through various corridors and down stairs until finally they were in the opium den.
About on bunks and rugs lay the half-stupefied devotees of the pipe.
The Bradys almost instantly singled out their men.
Collins lay completely stupefied. Van was still smoking and Burke was getting ready for the same.