The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 183: what you’re looking at

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———_ . = on He went, while Bob Eden stood fixed and frightened in his tracks. Quickly the efficient Charlie returned, and made a hasty examination with the light. Bob Eden saw a gash in the side of Louie's old coat—a gash that was bordered with something wet and dark. "Stabbed in the side," said Charlie calmly. "Dead—like Tony." "Dead—when?" gasped Eden. "In the minute I left the car at the gate. Why—it's impossible—" Out of the shadows came Martin Thorn, his pale face gleaming in the dusk. "What's all this?” he asked. "Why —it's Louie. What's happened to Louie?” He bent over the door of the car, and the busy flashlight in the hand of Charlie Chan shone for a moment on his back. Across the dark coat was a long tear—a tear such as might have been made in the coat of one climbing hurriedly through a barbed-wire fence. "This is terrible," Thorn said. "Just a minute—I must get Mr. Madden." He ran to the house, and Bob Eden stood with Charlie Chan by the body of Louie Wong. "Charlie," whispered the boy huskily, "you saw that rip in Thorn's coat?” "Most certainly,” answered Chan. "I observed it. What did I quote to you this morning? Old saying of Chinese. 'He who rides a tiger can not dismount." 183 comiicboeoe S CO