"Your secrets are too' expensive, Chinaman," said Enrico discouragingly.
"This nice new secret very expensive," Yi Poon assured complacentJy.
"Go away," old Enrico ordered. "I shall live a long time, yet to the day of my death I care to hear no more secrets."
But Yi Poon was suavely certain of himself.
"One time you have very fine brother," he said. "One time your very fine brother, the Senor Alfaro Solano, die with knife in his back. Very well. Some secret, eh?"
But Enrico was on his feet quivering.
"You know?" he almost screamed his eager interrogation.
"How much?" said Yi Poon.
"All I possess!" Enrico cried, ere turning to Alesandro to add: "You deal with him, son. Pay him well if he can prove by witness of the eye."
"You bet," quoth Yi Poon. "I got witness. He got good eye-sight. He see man stick knife in the Senor Alfaro 's back in the dark. His name …"