"No police chop for Pidgin!" he muttered. "Same feller tumble in liver?"
"He is killed—yes; but suppose they find the writing he has made!
Suppose he has written that it is here people meet together?"
"Makee chit tell my name? Muchee hard luck! Number one police chop."
"You say Fo-Hi not buying you bread and cheese. Perhaps it is Fo-Hi that save you from hanging!"
Ah-Fang-Fu hugged himself.
"Yak pozee!" (Very good) he muttered.
Chunda Lal raised his finger.
"Be very careful, Ah-Fang-Fu!"
"Allee time velly careful."
"But admit no more of them to come in, these strangers."