The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 153: what you’re looking at

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————_ . om "Mr. McCallum," returned the boy gravely. Maydorf turned again to Madden. "I hope I'm not intruding,” he remarked with a wan smile. "Fact is, I'm stopping down the road at Doctor Whitcomb's— bronchitis, that's my trouble. It's lonesome as the devil round here, and when I heard Mr. Thorn was in the neighborhood, I couldn't resist the temptation to drop in." "Glad you did,” Madden said, but his tone belied the words. "Don't let me interrupt your game," Maydorf went on. "Poker, eh? Is this a private scrap, or can anybody get into it?” "Take off your coat," Madden responded sourly, "and sit up. Martin, give the gentleman a stack of chips." "This is living again," said the newcomer, accepting briskly. "Well, and how have you been, Thorn, old man?" Thorn, with his usual lack of warmth, admitted that he had been pretty good, and the game was resumed. If Bob Eden had feared for his immediate future before, he now gave up all hope. Sitting in a poker game with Shaky Phil—well, he was certainly traveling and seeing the world. "Gimme four cards," said Mr. Maydorf, through his teeth. 153 comiicboeoe S CO