The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 104: what you’re looking at

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a, Then—oh, excellent young woman, thought the boy—the secretary answered: "Not today. He went with some friends to another links. He didn't say which.” "Thank you so much," Eden said. "Just leave the message on his desk, please." He hung up. "Too bad," he remarked cheerfully. "Gone off to play golf somewhere, and nobody knows where." Madden swore. "The old simpleton. Why doesn't he attend to his business—" "Look here, Mr. Madden," Eden began. "Golf, golf, golf," stormed Madden. "It's ruined more good men than whisky. I tell you, if I'd fooled round on golf links, I wouldn't be where I am today. If your father had any sense—" "I've heard about enough,” said Eden, rising. Madden's manner changed suddenly. "I'm sorry," he said. "But this is annoying, you must admit. I wanted that necklace to start today." "The day's young,” Eden reminded him. "It may get off yet." "I hope so," Madden frowned. "I'm not accustomed to this sort of dilly-dallying, I can tell you that.” His great head was tossing angrily as he went out. Bob Eden looked after him, thoughtfully. Madden, master of many millions, was putting what seemed an undue 104 comiicboeoe S CO