He gleat man--come." He slip-slopped towards the door as though confident he would be followed.
Two minutes afterwards the Coroner, Orlando, the Young Doctor, Nolan Doyle and the rest stood at the low doorway of what looked like a great grave.

It was, however, a big root-house used for storing vegetables in the winter-time.

It had not been used since Mazarine arrived at Tralee.
Into this place, nor far from the house, Li Choo and his two fellow countrymen had gone the day before, when Mazarine, in his rage, had come forth with the horsewhip to punish the "Chinky," as Li Choo was familiarly known on the ranch.
As they arrived at the vault-like place in the ground, which would hold many tons of roots, another Chinaman came to the doorway.

He was one of the two who, in their sudden coming and going, had seemed like magic people to Mazarine the day before.

He made upward and downward motions of respect with clasped hands in the blue sleeves, and presently, in perfect English, he said: "In one minute Li Choo will receive you.