The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 334: what you’re looking at

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————_— . = on "T'll say it is," Eden replied. "And to my mind we've done all that's humanly possible to solve it. I'm handing over the pearls tonight. I presume Chan told you that?" Holley nodded. "Yes—you're breaking his heart. But from your view-point, you're absolutely right. There's a limit to everything, and you seem to have reached it. However, I'm praying something happens before tonight.” "So am I," said Eden. "If it doesn't, I don't see how I can bring myself to—but doggone it! There's Madame Jordan. It's nothing to her that Madden's killed a man.” "It's been a difficult position for you, my boy," Holley replied. "You've handled it well. I'll pray my hardest— and I did hear once of a newspaper man whose prayers were answered. But that was years ago." Eden stood up. "I must get back to the ranch. Seen Paula Wendell today?” "Saw her at breakfast down at the Oasis. She was on the point of starting for the Petticoat Mine." Holley smiled. "But don't worry—I'll take you out to Madden's." "No, you won't. I'll hire a car—" "Forget it. Paper's off the press now, and I'm at an even looser end than usual. Come along." Once more Horace Greeley carried them up the rough road between the hills. As they rattled down to the blazing floor of the desert, the editor yawned. 334 comiicboeoe S CO