The philosopher, whose shiny skin declared his love of opium, said she was not dead.
"My tinkee she all light bymby," said Wong, "She belongy you, Tyee?"
"Turn the others out," said the Tyee, and at Wong's word they fled out of the door, and stood in the dark jabbering about Quin having taken Jenny.
Quin turned on Sam.
"Why did you leave the house, Sam? My tell you stop, you damn thief!"
Sam, now as pale as Jenny, threw out his hands in urgent deprecation of Quin's anger.
"My no go out," he lied, "my stay allo tim' with Missus, maskee she go out and my no findee. I lun down here, Mista Quin, lun queek, findee damn Pete hurtee Missus. T'at tlue. My tellee Missus no cly: maskee she lead Bible and cly. My no can do."
He wrung his hands. Perhaps what he said was true. Quin felt Jenny's pulse and found it at last. He saw she breathed.
"I'll have her home," he said.
They took the door off its hinges, and Sam with the others carried her up to the house. Wong went into town to ask the doctor to come to Quin's at once "chop-chop," and Dr. Jupp came. He found Jenny on the bed moaning a little.