The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 128: what you’re looking at

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ee O.K. You didn't say whether you had that necklace with you or not, but I gathered you had—" "T haven't,” cut in Eden. "Oh—it's still in San Francisco?" "No. My confederate has it." "Your what?" "Holley, I know that if Harry Fladgate says you're all right, you are. So I'm going the whole way in the matter of trusting you." "That's flattering—but suit yourself." "Something tells me we'll need your help,” Eden remarked. With a glance round the deserted office, he explained the real identity of the servant, Ah Kim. Holley grinned. "Well, that's amusing, isn't it? But go on. I get the impression that although you arrived at the ranch last night to find Madden there and everything, on the surface, serene, such was not the case. What happened?” "First of all, Charlie thought something was wrong. He sensed it. You know the Chinese are a very psychic race." Holley laughed. "Is that so? Surely you didn't fall for that guff. Oh, pardon me—I presume you had some better reason for delay?" 128 comiicboeoe S CO