The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 93: what you’re looking at

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———_ . == on He departed, leaving the door open. Eden saw him moving across the patio on silent feet. He was not waiting outside Madden's door. "What was it you wanted?" Madden persisted. Bob Eden thought quickly. "I wanted to see you alone for just a moment. This Thorn—you can trust him, can't you?" Madden snorted. "You give me a pain," he said. "Any one would think you were bringing me the Bank of England. Of course, Thorn's all right. He's been with me for fifteen years." "I just wanted to be sure," Eden answered. "I'll get hold of dad early in the morning. Good night." He returned to the patio. The secretary was hurrying in from his unwelcome errand. "Good night, Mr. Thorn," Eden said. "Oh—er—good night, Mr. Eden," answered the man. He passed furtively from sight. Back in his room, Eden began to undress. He was both puzzled and disturbed. Was this adventure to be as tame as it looked? Still in his ears rang the unearthly scream of the parrot. After all, had it been in a barroom that Tony picked up that hideous cry for help? 93 comiicboeoe S CO