The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 261: what you’re looking at

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we ee moment Eden stood in the attic, his head bent low, cobwebs caressing his face, while he sought to accustom his eyes to the faint light. "Nothing here, I'm afraid," he called. "Oh, yes, there is. Wait a minute.” They heard him walking gingerly above, and clouds of dust descended on their heads. Presently he was lowering a bulky object through the narrow trap—a battered old Gladstone bag. "Seems to be something in it," Eden announced. They took it with eager hands, and set it on the desk in the sunny living-room. Bob Eden joined them. "By gad," the boy said, "not much dust on it, is there? Must have been put there recently. Holley, here's where your keys come in handy.” It proved a simple matter for Holley to master the lock. The three men crowded close. Chan lifted out a cheap toilet case, with the usual articles—a comb and brush, razors, shaving cream, tooth paste, then a few shirts, socks and handkerchiefs. He examined the laundry mark. "D—thirty-four,” he announced. "Meaning nothing," Eden said. Chan was lifting a brown suit of clothes from the bottom of the bag. 261 comiicboeoe S CO