The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 87: what you’re looking at

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Rae ecwl "IT shall call my father on the telephone in the morning, and tell him to send the string at once. If I may, I'd like to stay here until it comes.” Again Madden tossed his head. "Delay—delay—I don't like it. I must hurry back east. I'd planned to leave here for Pasadena early in the morning, put the pearls in a vault there, and then take a train to New York." "Ah," said Eden. "Then you never intended to give that interview to Holley?" Madden's eyes narrowed. "What if I didn't? He's of no importance, is he?” Bruskly he stood up. "Well, if you haven't got the pearls, you haven't got them. You can stay here, of course. But you're going to call your father in the morning—early—I warn you I won't stand for any more delay.” "I agree to that," replied Eden. "And now, if you don't mind—I've had a hard day—" Madden went to the door, and called. Charlie Chan came In. "Ah Kim," said Madden, "this gentleman has the bedroom at the end of the left wing. Over here." He pointed. "Take his suitcase." "Allight, boss," replied the newly christened Ah Kim. He picked up Eden's bag. "Good night,” said Madden. "If you want anything, this boy will look after you. He's new here, but I guess he 87 comiicboeoe S CO