“Not into Chinese, I hope.”
“Why not?”
“Because I live in China.”
“You haven’t come back, then?”
“To see my father, that is all. As soon as he heard I was thousands of miles away nothing would satisfy him but I must come and see him. He is very ill, I believe, and as I grow older I find that I like to think of him and am, indeed, fond of him. I want to hear him talk Edinburgh philosophy again.”
“Your play, up to date, has made sixty-four thousand pounds.”
The brown man sat up in his chair and laughed.
“It has all been carefully invested and will very soon have grown into seventy thousand. I have had the use of it for two years. I propose now that we go over to the bank and execute a transfer.”
“No, thank you.”