The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 190: what you’re looking at

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———_— . oo on Squad down tomorrow mornin’. So we won't bother you no more tonight, Mr. Madden." The coroner came forward. "We'll take the body in town, Mr. Madden," he said. "I'll have the inquest in there, but I may want to bring my jurors out here sometime tomorrow." "Oh, sure," replied Madden. "Just attend to anything that comes up, and send all the bills to me. Believe me, I'm sorry this thing has happened.” "So am J," said the constable. "Louie was a good old scout." "Yes—and—well, I don't like it. It's annoying.” "All mighty mysterious to me," the constable admitted again. "My wife told me I never ought to take this job. Well, so long, Mr. Madden—great pleasure to meet a man like you." When Bob Eden retired to his room, Madden and Thorn were facing each other on the hearth. Something in the expression of each made him wish he could overhear the scene about to be enacted in that room. Ah Kim was waiting beside a crackling fire. "I make 'um burn, boss," he said. Eden closed the door and sank into a chair. "Charlie, in heaven's name, what's going on here?" he inquired helplessly. 190 comiicboeoe S CO