The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 338: what you’re looking at

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————— . = cM "Indeed. If you don't mind telling me—" "She is in Los Angeles, visiting friends." At this surprising information, Eden's eyes opened wide. "How long has she been there?" he inquired. "Since last Tuesday," Madden answered. "I think it was Tuesday—I got a wire saying she was coming here. I didn't want her here, for certain reasons, so I sent Thorn in to meet her, with instructions to take her back to Barstow and put her on the Los Angeles train.” Eden thought fast. Barstow was about the proper distance away to account for the mileage on the big car. But where was the red clay on station platforms hereabouts? "You're certain she reached Los Angeles safely?" he asked. "Of course. I saw her there on Wednesday. Now, I've answered all your questions. It's your turn. Why did you think something was wrong here?" "What has become of Shaky Phil Maydorf?" countered Eden. "Who?" "Shaky Phil—the lad who called himself McCallum, and who won forty-seven dollars from me at poker here the other night?” 338 comiicboeoe S CO