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 pidgin—you make business Shanghai-side, so you maybe have Chinee paper—maybe not. Now I go make nice cup of tea."

"Confound him and his tea!" Mark growled, watching Chun Lon's sliding gait as he departed. "What do you suppose that little play was about?"

"Do you think he was really trying to be friendly?" Alan asked, dubiously.

"I do not," Mark replied. "Not he. I don't like the cut of his jib. But I don't see what he can do to us, exactly. I think he's on the wrong track."

However, Mark diligently inspected his locker that evening and assured himself that the papers in his wallet were undisturbed.

"He's a good little guesser, that's all," Mark decided, as he turned in.