The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 76: what you’re looking at

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————_— . = coe "Golden Gate brand," smiled Eden. "Yes, it's true, I've never been down here before. Something tells me I've missed a lot." "You sure have. I hope you won't rush off in a hurry. By the way, how long do you expect to be here?" "I don't know," replied Eden. He was silent for a moment; his friend at home had told him that Holley could be trusted, but he really did not need that assurance. One look into the editor's friendly gray eyes was sufficient. "Holley, I may as well tell you why I've come," he continued. "But I rely on your discretion. This isn't an interview." "Suit yourself,” Holley answered. "I can keep a secret if I have to. But tell me or not, just as you prefer." "I prefer to tell you,” Eden said. He recounted Madden's purchase of the Phillimore pearls, his request for their delivery in New York, and then his sudden unexpected switch to the desert. "That, in itself, was rather disturbing,” he added. "Odd, yes," agreed Holley. "But that wasn't all," Bob Eden went on. Omitting only Charlie Chan's connection with the affair, he told the whole story—the telephone call from the cigar store in San Francisco, the loving solicitude at the dock and after of the man with the dark glasses, the subsequent discovery that this was Shaky Phil Maydorf, a guest at the Killarney Hotel, and last of all, the fact that Louie 76 comiicboeoe S CO