"Sell me half a pound of good tea," said Bill.
Lin Soo turned and walked into the shop. Bill followed. He did not want any tea, and Lin Soo knew it.
The Chinaman went behind the counter, leaning on it with his elbows.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Tea."
Lin Soo grunted.
"You no fool," he said.
Bill laughed.
"How do you know?"
"You want no tea."