He advanced to the Coroner with both hands loosely hanging in the great sleeves of his blue padded coat, his eyes blinking slowly underneath the brown forehead and the little black skullcap, and after making salutation with his arms, in curious, monotonous English with a quaint accent he said: "Li Choo--Li Choo--he speak.

He have to say.

He send." Holding up a piece of paper, he handed it to the Coroner and then stood blinking and immobile.
A few moments afterwards, the Coroner said: "I have received this note from Li Choo the Chinaman, sometime employed by the deceased Joel Mazarine.

I will read it to you." Slowly he read: "I say gloddam.

That Orlando he not kill Mazaline.