“Indeed! What are you doing here so late, Won?”
“Me watchee.”
“Watching what?” Grace was puzzled.
“Watchee Missie Glay’s slatchel,” the Chinaman informed her, pointing to something standing against the side of the building.
“Elfreda, will you look here?” called Grace. “Our belongings are out here on the street.”
“You don’t say! What can have happened?”
“I should say from the appearance of things that we had been evicted. Who threw these things out, Won?”
“Number one boss woman.”
“Who?”