The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 152: what you’re looking at

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Rai ccd in the light. A thin man in an overcoat, a man he had seen first in a San Francisco pier-shed, and later in front of the Desert Edge Hotel. Shaky Phil Maydorf himself, but now without the dark glasses hiding his eyes. "Good evening,’ said Maydorf, and his voice, too, was thin and cold. "This is Mr. Madden's ranch, I believe?” "I'm Madden. What can I do for you?” "I'm looking for an old friend of mine—your secretary, Martin Thorn." Thorn rose and came round the table. "Oh, hello,” he said, with slight enthusiasm. "You remember me, don't you?" said the thin man. "McCallum—Henry McCallum. I met you at a dinner in New York a year ago.” "Yes, of course," answered Thorn. "Come in, won't you? This is Mr. Madden." "A great honor," said Shaky Phil. "And Mr. Eden, of San Francisco." Eden rose, and faced Shaky Phil Maydorf. The man's eyes without the glasses were barbed and cruel, like the desert foliage. For a long moment he stared insolently at the boy. Did he realize, Eden wondered, that his movements on the dock at San Francisco had not gone unnoticed? If he did, his nerve was excellent. "Glad to know you, Mr. Eden," he said. 152 comiicboeoe S CO