“Oo-we! Johnny!” grunted the Chinaman, opening the door, then closed it quickly as Johnny entered.
“You come buy?” he rubbed his hands together.
“No come buy?”
“Wanchee cum-show?”
“No wanchee cum show. No wanchee money.”
“Oo-we!” grunted the Chinaman again.
Johnny’s eyes were restlessly roving over the array of garments that hung on either side of a narrow aisle. Suddenly he uttered a low exclamation and sprang to a corner and examined a woman’s dress.
“Wo Cheng,” he demanded almost fiercely, “where you come buy this?”
“Oo-we!” squealed the Chinaman. “Can’t tell mine, not savvy mine.”
“You woncha savvy!” Johnny hissed between tight set teeth.