"Who is Wun Lung, and where does he live?"
"Him no livee—him dead."
"Oh! So this is his ghost. Why did you knock it down?"
"Wun Lung say, 'go catchee glost.'"
"Here!" interrupted Nelson, "you just said Wun Lung was dead."
Joyce waved his hand with some impatience. "What's your name?" he continued.
"My name Sing Lo—me velly good cook—me—"
"Hold on, Lo. Nelson, I'll match you pennies to see which of us is to give Sing Lo a dollar to tell us the whole story about the ghost."
"I'll go you," grumbled the lawyer, "but it isn't good law."
"Here you are, Sing Lo. Here's your dollar—now tell us everything, and we'll let you go."