The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 225: what you’re looking at

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Rahal what's happening out at Madden's ranch is none of our business. Our duty to Madame Jordan—" "Pardon me," broke in Chan, "but coming to that, I have sense of duty most acute myself. Loyalty blooms in my heart forever—" "Well, and what do you think we ought to do?" demanded Eden. "Watch and wait." "But good lord—we've done that. I was thinking about it this morning. One inexplicable event after another, and never anything definite, anything we can get our teeth into. Such a state of affairs may go on forever. I tell you, I'm fed up." "Patience," said Chan, "are a very lovely virtue. Through long centuries Chinese cultivate patience like kind gardener tending flowers. White men leap about similar to bug in bottle. Which are better method, I inquire?" "But listen, Charlie. All this stuff we've discovered out at the ranch—that's for the police." "For stupid Captain Bliss, maybe. He with the feet of large extensiveness." "I can't help the size of his feet. What's that got to do with it? No, sir—I can't see why we don't give Madden the pearls, get his receipt, and then send for the sheriff and tell him the whole story. After that, he can worry about who was killed at Madden's ranch." 225 comiicboeoe S CO