The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 386: what you’re looking at

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————_— . = om "The ramble hand in hand with wife on evening streets, the stroll by moonly seaside. I recollect the happy spring of my own marriage with unlimited yearning." "How does it sound to you, Paula?" Eden persisted. "And this young man," continued Chan. "I am unable to grasp why you resist. To me he is plenty fine fellow. I have for him a great likeness." Paula Wendell said nothing. "A very great likeness," added Chan. "Well," admitted the girl, "if it comes to that, I have a little likeness for him myself." Chan dug his elbow deep into Eden's side. They climbed between the dark hills and the lights of Eldorado shone before them. As they drove up to the hotel, Holley and Victor Jordan greeted them. "Here you are," said the editor. "Your bag is in the office, Charlie. The door's unlocked." "Many thanks," returned Chan, and fled. Holley looked up at the white stars. "Sorry you're going, Eden," he said. "It'll be a bit lonesome down here without you." "But you'll be in New York,” suggested Eden. Holley shook his head and smiled. "Oh, no, I won't. I sent a telegram this evening. A few years ago, perhaps— but not now. I can't go now. Somehow, this desert 386 comiicboeoe S CO