The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 100: what you’re looking at

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a, Madden, he thought he perceived the afterglow of that nervous fit still on the millionaire's face. "I'm sorry to be late," he apologized. "But this desert air "I know," said Madden. "It's all right—we haven't lost any time. I've already put in that call for your father." "Good idea," replied the boy, without any enthusiasm. "Called his office, I suppose?" "Naturally." Suddenly Eden remembered. This was Saturday morning, and unless it was raining in San Francisco, Alexander Eden was by now well on his way to the golf links at Burlingame. There he would remain until late tonight at least—perhaps over Sunday. Oh, for a bright day in the north! Thorn came in, sedate and solemn in his blue serge suit, and looked with hungry eyes toward the table standing before the fire. They sat down to the breakfast prepared by the new servant, Ah Kim. A good breakfast it was, for Charlie Chan had not forgotten his early training in the Phillimore household. As it progressed, Madden mellowed a bit. "I hope you weren't alarmed last night by Tony's screeching,” he said presently. 100 comiicboeoe S CO