China and the West

London, Jack. Hearts of three. (London : Mills & Boon, 1918).
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He was a Chinaman, middle-aged and fat, whose moonlace beamed the beneficent good nature that seems usual with fat persons…
The Senor Solano was indisposed and would see nobody, was her report, humbly delivered, even though the recipient was a Chinese…
" I am no coolie. I am smart Chinaman. I go to school plenty much. I speak Spanish. I speak English. I write Spanish. I write English…
Tell me your business ! " he almost shouted at the fat Chinese. " What is it? Quick!" Very good business," was the reply, Yi Poon noting the other's excitement with satisfaction. " I make much money. I buy what you call secrets. I sell secrets. Very nice business."…
He almost hurled the Chinaman into the house, and, not relaxing his grip, rushed him on into the living room and up to Enrico…
At the same time two Indian man-servants, summoned by the maid, cleared the house and grounds of the fat Chinaman and his old crone of a companion…
…so in Panama were at work cross purposes which involved Leoncia and the Solanos Torres and the Jefe, and, not least in importance, one, Yi Poon, the rotund and moon-faced Chinese…
" What do you want, Chinaman?" Alesandro, the eldest of the Solano brothers, demanded sharply. " Nice new secret, very nice new secret maybe you buy," Yi Poon murmured proudly. " Your secrets are too' expensive, Chinaman," said Enrico discouragingly…
Little did Torres guess that twenty feet away, in the jungle that encroached on the beach, lay a placid-sleeping, pulquedrunken, old peon, with, crouching beside him, a very alert and very sober Chinese with a recently acquired thousand dollars stowed under his belt. Yi Poon had had barely time to drag the peon into hiding when Torres rode along in the sand and stopped almost beside him…
Leaving the pulque-sodden peon to sleep, the fat Chinaman took the road up the hill at so stiff a pace that he arrived breathless at the hacienda…
Not content with knocking at the door, he beat upon it with his fists and feet and prayed to his Chinese gods that no peevish Solano should take a shot at him before he could explain the urgency of his errand…
" Come around to-morrow in business hours," Alesandro growled as he prepared to kick the Chinaman off the premises. "I don't sell secret," Yi Poon stammered and gasped. " I make you present. I give secret now. The Senorita, your sister, she is stolen. She is tied upon a horse that runs fast down the beach."…
Why, hell's bells, if I were a certain Chinaman that I know, I'd make you pay me a million for all the information I'm giving you for nothing."…