“I say, Martin!”
“Yes, sir.”
“What does this mean?”
“It's some move. Blame me if I can understand.”
“Too deep for you?” Mr. Jones inquired dryly.
“It's nothing but some of his infernal impudence,” growled the secretary. “You don't believe all that about the Chink, do you, sir? 'Tain't true.”
“It isn't necessary for it to be true to have a meaning for us. It's the why of his coming to tell us this tale that's important.”
“Do you think he made it up to frighten us?” asked Ricardo.
Mr. Jones scowled at him thoughtfully.
“The man looked worried,” he muttered, as if to himself. “Suppose that Chinaman has really stolen his money! The man looked very worried.”