The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 216: what you’re looking at

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ze Though he did not feel particularly welcome in the room, he waited on. He would see this latest development through. At ten o'clock Mr. Gamble rose, and commenting favorably on the desert air, went to his room. At five minutes past ten the roar of the big car in the yard broke the intense stillness. Bob Eden sat erect, his eager eyes straying from one door to another. Presently the glass doors leading to the patio opened. Martin Thorn came in alone. Without a word to his chief, the secretary threw down his hat and dropped wearily into a chair. The silence became oppressive. "Got your business attended to, eh?" suggested Eden cheerfully. "Yes," said Thorn—no more. Eden rose. "Well, I guess I'll turn in," he said, and went to his room. As he entered he heard the splash of Mr. Gamble in the bath that lay between his apartment and that occupied by the professor. His seclusion was ended. Have to be more careful in the future. Shortly after his lights were on, Ah Kim appeared at the door. Eden, finger on lips, indicated the bath. The Chinese nodded. They stepped to the far side of the bedroom and spoke in low tones. "Well, where's little Evelyn?” asked the boy. 216 comiicboeoe S CO