The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 165: what you’re looking at

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a "Not today," Bob Eden said to Madden. "He hasn't got "I heard him," roared Madden. "Here—give me that phone. Look here, Eden—what do you mean you haven't got it?” Bob Eden could hear his father's replies. "Ah—Mr. Madden—how are you? The pearls were in a quite disreputable condition—I couldn't possibly let them go as they were. So I'm having them cleaned—they're with another firm—" "Just a minute, Eden,” bellowed the millionaire. "I want to ask you something—can you understand the English language, or can't you? Keep still—I'll talk. I told you I wanted the pearls now—at once—pronto—what the devil language do you speak? I don't give a hang about having them cleaned. Good lord, I thought you understood." "So sorry," responded Bob Eden's gentle father. "I'll get them in the morning, and they'll start tomorrow night." "Yeah—that means Tuesday evening at the ranch. Eden, you make me sick. I've a good mind to call the whole thing off—" Madden paused, and Bob Eden held his breath. "However, if you promise the pearls will start tomorrow sure—" "I give you my word," said the jeweler. "They will start tomorrow at the very latest." 165 comiicboeoe S CO