"You have convinced me, my dear, that Chang-how is the guilty party; but the idea I meant to convey before you knocked me down with those big words was this—that Anarky, knowing what people think of the Chinese, indulges her dishonest yearnings, believing we shall suppose the thief to be Chang-how."
"But I know it isn't Anarky, because Anarky always had a blundering, awkward, above-board way of stealing that made it only taking things, and she was always getting caught; and Chang-how always manages not to be found out. And I know it is Chang-how; I know it by that. It shows he is used to it."
Mr. Smith laughed.
"It does! and I know it is Chang-how and it isn't Anarky."
Then Mr. Smith laughed again, and said women were born to be lawyers.
Chang-how would come to me (he was dining-room servant, you remember): "Evly one spoonee no come homee."
"How you mean, Chang-how? Where spoonee go?"
"All no light: all longee. Spoonee go 'way: I no find him."
"Oh, but you must find them, Chang-how. How many go?"
"Four spoonee."