Now, you say you saw a blue
streak coming at you, head-on! Who wears blue clothes around the
house?"
"Chang Chu, the Chink, sir."
"You saw him dressed in blue to-day?" asked Ned.
"All in blue he was!" the male servant interrupted, "with his shirt
on the outside of his trousers, like the bloody heathen he is."
"And so you looked for him and failed to find him on the premises?"
asked Jack.
"He's gone, bag and baggage," answered Terance, the coachman. "Bad
luck to him!"
"Still, you don't really know that it was the Chinaman?" asked Ned.
"He was dressed like the Chink," was the reply. "He smelled like a
saloon!"
"Does the Chinaman drink?" asked Ned, facing Terance. "Does he get
drunk?"
"He does not," was the reply. "He doesn't know the taste of good
liquor!"
"That's all," Ned concluded. "Now you two keep on looking for the
Chinaman. He may be hiding in the house, or he may be at some of the
dens such people frequent. You, Mary, look for him in the house, and
you, Terance, see if you can learn where he usually went when he left
the house."
"Pell street!" cried Jimmie. "Look in Pell street!"
"Or Doyers!" Jack exclaimed. "Look in the dumps in Doyers street."
The two went away, forgetting all about the shears which Mary had
hurled at the mysterious man she had caught in the attic.
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