The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 185: what you’re looking at

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a, "T'll stare at you if I choose—though God knows I'm sick of the sight of your silly face—" "I've had about enough from you," warned Thorn, and the tremor in his voice was rage. For a moment they regarded each other while Bob Eden watched them, amazed. For the first time he realized that under the mask of their daily relations these two were anything but friends. Suddenly Madden turned the light on Charlie Chan. "Look here, Ah Kim—this was Louie Wong—the boy you replaced here—savvy? You've got to stay on the ranch now—after I've gone, too—how about it?" "IT think I stay, boss.” "Good. You're the only bit of luck I've had since I came to this accursed place. Bring Louie into the living-room —on the couch. I'll call Eldorado." He stalked off through the patio to the house, and after a moment's hesitation Chan and the secretary picked up the frail body of Louie Wong. Slowly Bob Eden followed that odd procession. In the living-room, Madden was talking briskly on the telephone. Presently he hung up the receiver. "Nothing to do but wait," he said. "There's a sort of constable in town—he'll be along pretty soon with the coroner. Oh, it's fine business. They'll overrun the place —and I came here for a rest." 185 comiicboeoe S CO