The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 22: what you’re looking at

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a, The door opened, and a good-looking young man stood on the threshold. His face was lean and tanned, his manner poised and confident, and his smile had just left Miss Chase day-dreaming in the outer office. "Oh, I'm sorry, dad—if you're busy. Why—look who's here!" "Bob," cried Madame Jordan. "You rascal—I was hoping to see you. How are you?" "Just waking into glorious life," he told her. "How are you, and all the other young folks out your way?" "Fine, thanks. By the way, you dawdled too long over breakfast. Just missed meeting a very pretty girl." "No, I didn't. Not if you mean Evelyn Madden. Saw her downstairs as I came in—she was talking to one of those exiled grand dukes we employ to wait on the customers. I didn't linger—she's an old story now. Been seeing her everywhere I went for the past week." "T thought her very charming," Madame Jordan said. "But an iceberg,” objected the boy. "B-r-r—how the wintry winds do blow in her vicinity. However, I guess she comes by it honestly. I passed the great P.J. himself on the stairs." "Nonsense. Have you ever tried that smile of yours on her?” "In a way. Nothing special—just the old trade smile. But look here—I'm on to you. You want to interest me in the obsolete institution of marriage.” 22 comiicboeoe S CO