The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 179: what you’re looking at

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a gopher men. Drop round to the office of the Times some day and we'll have a chat." "Delighted," said the little naturalist. "Well, look who's here," cried Holley suddenly. Bob Eden turned, and saw entering the door of the Oasis a thin little Chinese who seemed as old as the desert. His face was the color of a beloved meerschaum pipe, his eyes beady and bright. "Louie Wong," Holley explained. "Back from San Francisco, eh, Louie?" "Hello, boss," said Louie, in a high shrill voice. "My come back.” "Didn't you like it up there?” Holley persisted. "San Flancisco no good," answered Louie. "All time lain dlop on nose. My like 'um heah." "Going back to Madden's, eh?" Holley inquired. Louie nodded. "Well, here's a bit of luck for you, Louie. Mr. Eden is going out to the ranch presently, and you can ride with him.” "Of course," assented Eden. "Catch 'um hot tea. You wait jus' litta time, boss,” said Louie, sitting up to the counter. "We'll be down in front of the hotel,” Holley told him. The three of them went out. The little naturalist followed, and slipped by them, disappearing in the night. 179 comiicboeoe S CO