The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 82: what you’re looking at

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————_— . o- on miracles is past?" Thorn silenced the jazz; it died with a gurgle of protest. "Now," inquired Madden, "which of you comes from Post Street?” The boy stepped forward. "I am Bob Eden, Mr. Madden. Alexander Eden is my father. This is my friend, a neighbor of yours, Mr. Will Holley of the Eldorado Times. He very kindly drove me out here." "Ah, yes." Madden's manner was genial. He shook hands. "Draw up to the fire, both of you. Thorn—cigars, please." With his own celebrated hands he placed chairs before the fireplace. "T'll sit down just a moment," Holley said. "I'm not stopping. I realize that Mr. Eden has some business with you, and I'll not intrude. But before I go, Mr. Madden—" "Yes," said Madden sharply, biting the end from a cigar. "I—I don't suppose you remember me," Holley continued. Madden's big hand poised with the lighted match. "I never forget a face. I've seen yours before. Was it in Eldorado?" Holley shook his head. "No—it was twelve years ago—on Forty-fourth Street, New York. At"—Madden was watching him closely—"at a gambling house just east of Delmonico's. One winter's night—" "Wait a minute," cut in the millionaire. "Some people say I'm getting old—but listen to this. You came to me as 82 comiicboeoe S CO