The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 98: what you’re looking at

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a baseball team, translate with his vulgarity, kid him along." "Easier said than done," replied Eden. "But you are clever boy. You could perfect it. Just a few hours, while I have talk with the smart Tony.” Eden considered. Paula Wendell was coming out this morning. Too bad to rush off without seeing her again. "Tell you what I'll do," he said. "I'll wait until two o'clock. But when the clock strikes two, if nothing has happened in the interval, we hand over those pearls. Is that understood?" "Maybe," nodded Chan. "You mean maybe it's understood?" "Not precisely. I mean maybe we hand over pearls." Eden looked into the stubborn eyes of the Chinese, and felt rather helpless. "However," Chan added, "accept my glowing thanks. You are pretty good. Now proceed toward the miserable breakfast I have prepared." "Tell Madden I'll be there very soon." Chan grimaced. "With your kind permission, I will alter that message slightly, losing the word very. In memory of old times, there remains little I would not do for Miss Sally. My life, perhaps—but by the bones of my honorable ancestors, I will not say 'velly.'" He went out. 98 comiicboeoe S CO