The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 133: what you’re looking at

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————_ - so one "Ah, yes," agreed Chan. "Seed of the hemp. But that other—the fine, grayish-white powder that seem so plentiful." "By gad," cried Holley. "No argument here," continued Chan. "Before seeking grocer I pause at drug emporium on corner. Wise man about powders make most careful test for me. And what does he say?" "Arsenic," suggested Holley. "Arsenic, indeed. Much sold to ranchers hereabouts as rat killer. Parrot killer, too." Eden and Holley looked at each other in amazement. "Poor Tony very sick before he go on long journey." Chan continued. "Very silent and very sick. In my time I am on track of many murders, but I must come to this peculiar mainland to ferret out parrot murder. Ah, well, all my life I hear about wonders on this mainland." "They poisoned him," Bob Eden cried. "Why?" "Why not?” shrugged Chan. "Very true rumor says 'dead men tell no tales'! Dead parrots are in same fix, I think. Tony speaks Chinese like me. Tony and me never speak together again." Eden put his head in his hands. "Well, I'm getting dizzy," he said. "What, in heaven's name, is it all about?" 133 comiicboeoe S CO