The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 201: what you’re looking at

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———_— : = on Returning to his room, he found Ah Kim calmly making the bed. "Charlie, you're a peach,” said the boy, closing the door. "I thought we were sunk without warning. Whose chock-gee did you have, anyhow?" "Ah Kim's chock-gee, to be sure," smiled Chan. "Who's Ah Kim?" "Ah Kim humble vegetable merchant who drive me amidst other garden truck from Barstow to Eldorado. I make simple arrangement to rent chock-gee short while. Happy to note long wear in pockets make photograph look like image of anybody. Came to me in bright flash Madden might ask for identification certificate before engaging me for honorable tasks. Madden did not do so, but thing fit in plenty neat all the same." "It certainly did," Eden agreed. "You're a brick to do all this for the Jordans—and for dad. I hope they pay you handsomely." Chan shook his head. "What you say in car riding to ferry? Postman on holiday itches to try long stretch of road. All this sincere pleasure for me. When I untie knots and find answer that will be fine reward." He bowed and departed. Some hours later, while they waited for lunch, Bob Eden and Madden sat talking in the big living-room. The millionaire was reiterating his desire to return east at the earliest possible moment. He was sitting facing the 201 comiicboeoe S CO