“Yes?” questioned Paget curiously.
“Then you go outee with Mister Burnham,” went on Kama. “After you go, I lookee at clock again.
Clockee say pretty near eleven. I lookee at watch. Watchee say same as clockee — pretty near eleven.”
“Well, well,” observed Paget.
“I thinkee it funny,” added Kama. “I thinkee someblody pushee clockee back. Then slame someblody pushee clockee up. Clockee right now. Clockee always right. Exclept last night.”
“Listen, Kama,” said Paget. “Have you been drinking some of Mister Burnham’s liquor?”
“No drinkee, Mister Paget. No likee stuff.”
“Well, don’t say anything to him about the clock. Forget it, understand?”
Kama nodded.
“That man who was here,” added Paget. “Do you know who he was?”