"Do you like him?"
A flicker ran over the fellow's coppery face as he replied:
"Yes. Him good man."
"You used to work for him, did you not?"
"Yes."
"Why did you quit?"
Constantine hesitated slightly before answering: "Me go work for
Cherry."
"Why?"
"She good to my little broder. You savvy little chil'ren—so big?"
"Yes. I've seen him. He's a fine little fellow. By the way, do you remember that night about two weeks ago when I was at Cherry's house?—the night you and your sister went out?"