after father died, hidden amongst a lot of old papers and rubbish."
Here Fong concluded his story and sat quietly smoking.
have given me the creeps, Fong," I said, and laughed. "But all the
same, your gold scent-bottle stays with me, and I am sure your
ancestral spirits won't go to so much trouble over so small a matter."
"This blong gods' business, Mister," he said dryly, since when I have not seen him again.