The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 89: what you’re looking at

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————— . oo oe Again Chan shrugged, and did not answer. "Tt is all right, isn't it?" Eden asked with sudden interest. "Humbly offering my own poor opinion," said Chan, "it are not so right as I would be pleased to have it." Eden stared at him. "Why—what have you found out?" "I have found nothing whatever.” "Well, then—" "Pardon me," Chan broke in. "Maybe you know— Chinese are very psychic people. Can not say in ringing words what is wrong here. But deep down in heart—" "Oh, forget that,” cut in Eden. "We can't go by instinct now. We came to deliver a string of pearls to Madden, if he proved to be here, and get his receipt. He's here, and our course is simple. For my part, I'm not taking any chances. I'm going to give him those pearls now." Chan looked distressed. "No, no, please! Speaking humbly for myself—" "Now, see here, Charlie—if I may call you that?” "Greatly honored, to be sure.” "Let's not be foolish, just because we're far from home on a desert. Chinese may be psychic people, as you say. But I see myself trying to explain that to Victor Jordan— and to dad. All we were to find out was whether Madden was here or not. He is. Please go to Madden at once and 89 comiicboeoe S CO