The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 202: what you’re looking at

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a, door. Suddenly on his big red face appeared a look of displeasure so intense it startled the boy. Turning about, Eden saw standing in the doorway the slight figure of a man, a stooped, studious-looking man who carried a Suitcase in one hand. The little naturalist of the Oasis Cafe. "Mr. Madden?" inquired the newcomer. "I'm Madden,” said the millionaire. "What is it?" "Ah, yes." The stranger came into the room, and set down his bag. "My name, sir, is Gamble, Thaddeus Gamble, and I am keenly interested in certain fauna surrounding your desert home. I have here a letter from an old friend of yours, the president of a college that has received many benefactions at your hands. If you will be so kind as to look it over—" He offered the letter and Madden took it, glaring at him in a most unfriendly manner. When the millionaire had read the brief epistle, he tore it into bits and, rising, tossed them into the fireplace. "You want to stop here a few days?" he said. "It would be most convenient if I could," answered Gamble. "Of course, I should like to pay for my accommodations—" Madden waved his hand. Ah Kim came in, headed for the luncheon table. "Another place, Ah Kim," ordered Madden. "And show Mr. Gamble to the room in the left wing—the one next to Mr. Eden's." 202 comiicboeoe S CO