them all out to the wondering Jew with a calm, and, in its way, justifiable pride, and when he had done, Mr. Löwenfeldt, who so
far had not uttered any articulate sound, looked first at the half-naked dog and then at his own blandly smiling face and said very softly:
"Vell, I'm ——!"
Loo Chai silently restored the dog to its original condition of disreputable curdom, kicked it on to the floor with a motion of
his knee, and said quietly:
"Well, Missa Lonefelt, you no tink dat velly first chop I.D.B. doggie, eh?"
The immediate result of the somewhat animated conversation which followed Loo Chai's pertinent and business-like question, was the payment to him there and then of £250 in notes and gold, and the drawing of a bill for £250 more at sixty-five days on the Standard Bank at Cape Town. It was a big