The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 327: what you’re looking at

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ae ae "Precisely," said Eden, a little too soon. The green eyes of Miss Norma Fitzgerald narrowed. "Knew Jerry at McGuire's, you say." She stood up. "And since when has he had red hair?" Her friendly manner was gone. "I was thinking only last night—I saw a cop at the corner of Sixth and Hill—such a handsome boy. You certainly got fine-looking fellows on your force out here." "What are you talking about?” demanded Eden. "Go peddle your papers," advised Miss Fitzgerald. "If Jerry Delaney's in trouble, I don't hold with it, but I'm not tipping anything off. A friend's a friend." "You've got me all wrong," protested Eden. "Oh, no, I haven't. I've got you all right—and you can find Jerry without any help from me. As a matter of fact, I haven't any idea where he is, and that's the truth. Now run along.” Eden stood up. "Anyhow, I did enjoy your singing,” he smiled. "Yeah. Such nice cops—and so gallant. Well, listen in any time—the radio's open to all." Bob Eden went glumly back to Pershing Square. He dropped down on the bench beside Chan. 327 comiicboeoe S CO