The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 239: what you’re looking at

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———_— . = on I says, 'what fer? I've seen everything, I says, and I come away.” Silence fell. Bob Eden wasn't exactly sure how to go about this business; he wished he had Chan at his elbow. But his duty was clear. "You—er—you've been here for three or four days, you say?" "Bout that, I reckon." "Do you happen to recall where you were last Wednesday night?" The old man's eyes were keen enough as he glanced sharply at the boy. "What if I do?” "I was only going to say that if you don't, I can refresh your memory. You were at Madden's ranch house, over near Eldorado." Slowly Mr. Cherry removed his slouch hat. With gnarled bent fingers he extracted a toothpick from the band. He stuck it defiantly in his mouth. "Maybe I was. What then?" "Well—I'd like to have a little talk with you about that night." Cherry surveyed him closely. "You're a new one on me," he said. "An' I thought I knew every sheriff an' deputy west o' the Rockies." 239 comiicboeoe S CO