The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 12: what you’re looking at

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————_ . = on visiting my uncle in the islands. Seventeen—that's all I was—but I came to your dance, and you taught me the two-step. The pearls were about your throat. One of the memorable nights of my life.” "And of mine," she nodded. "I remember now. Father had just brought the necklace from London, and it was the first time I'd worn it. Forty years ago—ah, Alec, let's hurry back to the present. Memories—sometimes they hurt." She was silent for a moment. "Three hundred thousand, you say.” "I don't guarantee I can get that much," he told her. "I said the necklace was worth it. But it isn't always easy to find a buyer who will meet your terms. The man I have in mind—" "Oh—you've found some one—" "Well—yes—I have. But he refuses to go above two hundred and twenty thousand. Of course, if you're in a hurry to sell—" "I am," she answered. "Who is this Midas?" "Madden," he said. "P.J. Madden." "Not the big Wall Street man? The Plunger?" "Yes. You know him?" "Only through the newspapers. He's famous, of course, but I've never seen him." 12 comiicboeoe S CO