It was a funny story, as Kess told it; a serious one, too, though the theory that the man who had been under the cot was the Hindu murderer seemed incredible.
“Who sdole der clodings oudt uff der parracks?” Villum demanded, in an argumentative tone.
“We don’t know,” said Clan, who was looking at the piece of cloth Villum had brought in.
“You ton’dt t’ink dot vos a Fardale veller vot I pulled dot tail feadther oudt uff?” said Villum.
“N-o. Yet, we can’t say it wasn’t.”
“You undt Chip haf been susbicioning Kadir Dhin. Budt he vas in der room dalking mit der odder vellers vhile der man iss behint me by der vall under der cot. You exblanadtion me vot iss der meanness.”
“We shan’t know much until we know more,” said Clan.
“Vell, vot do you t’ink uff dhem odder t’ings?” Villum demanded, addressing Chip. “Uff you ar-re to be hypnotized by Kadir Dhin, unt made a indoxicadtion by Carson, unt all der resdt uff idt, you petter be geddting readty to meedt it, heh? Vot? Oddervise, vot goot do I do by running dot riskiness uff blaying der ticktograft?”