The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 131: what you’re looking at

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———_— . = on What of it? Madden may have sold it, given it away, taken it to his room.” Bob Eden leaned back in his chair. "I guess you're right, at that. Yes, the more I think about it, here in the bright light of afternoon, the more foolish I feel." Through a side window he saw a flivver swing up before the grocery store next door, and Charlie Chan alight. He went out on to the porch. "Ah Kim,” he called. The plump little Chinese detective approached and, without a word, entered the office. "Charlie," said Bob Eden, "this is a friend of mine, Mr. Will Holley. Holley, meet Detective-Sergeant Chan, of the Honolulu Police.” At mention of his name, Chan's eyes narrowed. "How do you do,” he said coldly. "It's all right," Eden assured him. "Mr. Holley can be trusted—absolutely. I've told him everything." "IT am far away in strange land,” returned Chan. "Maybe I would choose to trust no one—but that, no doubt, are my heathen churlishness. Mr. Holley will pardon, I am sure." "Don't worry," said Holley. "I give you my word. I'll tell no one.” 131 comiicboeoe S CO