The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 363: what you’re looking at

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ae "Charlie—are you mad?" cried Victor. "Not very,’ smiled Chan. "Kindly favor me by backing away, Mr. Madden." He picked up the pistol from the floor—Bill Hart's present, it seemed to be. "Very nice gun, I use it now." Swinging Madden round, he searched him, then placed a chair in the center of the room. "Be seated here, if you will so far condescend—" he said. "The hell I will,” cried Madden. "Recline!" said Chan. The great Madden looked at him a second, then dropped sullenly down upon the chair. "Mr. Gamble," called Chan. He ran over the slim person of the professor. "You have left pretty little weapon in room. That is good. This will be your chair. And not to forget Mr. Thorn, also unarmed. Comfortable chair for you, too." He backed away, facing them. "Victor, I make humble suggestion that you add yourself to group. You are plenty foolish boy, always. I remember—in Honolulu—" His tone hardened. "Sit quickly, or I puncture you and lift big load from mother's mind!" He drew up a chair between them and the exhibition of guns on the wall. "I also will venture to recline,” he announced. He glanced at the clock. "Our wait may be a long one. Mr. Thorn, another suggestion occurs. Take handkerchief and bind up wounded hand of chief." 363 comiicboeoe S CO