“I say I wish to know exactly what you did last night. Answer me.”
Ah Tseng’s face remained quite expressionless, and:
“No sabby,” he repeated.
“Oh, I see,” said the Inspector, “This witness refuses to answer at all.”
“You are wrong,” explained Colin Camber, quietly. “Ah Tsong is a Chinaman, and his knowledge of English is very limited. He does not understand you.”
“He understood my first question. You can’t draw wool over my eyes. He knows well enough. Are you going to answer me?” he demanded, angrily, of the Chinaman.
“No sabby, master,” he said, glancing aside at Colin Camber. “Number-one p’licee-man gotchee no pidgin.”
Paul Harley was leisurely filling his pipe, and:
“If you think the evidence of Ah Tsong important, Inspector,” he said, “I will interpret if you wish.”
“You will do what?”