The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 249: what you’re looking at

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Rah tel Chan bowed. "I'm so glad to know you, Sergeant,” said the girl, and took up her favorite perch on Holley's typewriter table. "Don't look at me like that, Charlie," laughed Eden. "You're breaking my heart. We can rely on Miss Wendell, absolutely. And you can't freeze her out any longer because she now knows more about your case than you do. As they say on the stage—won't you—sit down?" Puzzled and wondering, Chan and Will Holley found chairs. "I said this morning I wanted a little light," Eden continued. "I've got it already—how's that for service? Aimless trip to Barstow, Charlie, proved to be all aim. Miss Wendell and I turned aside for a canter over the desert, and we have met and interviewed that little black-bearded one—our desert rat." "Boy—now youre talking,” cried Holley. Chan's eyes lighted. "Chinese are psychic people, Charlie," Eden went on. "T'll tell the world. You were right. Before we arrived at Madden's ranch, some one staged a little murder there. And I know who did it.” "Thorn," suggested Holley. "Thorn nothing! No piker like Thorn. No, gentlemen, it was the big chief—Madden himself—the great P.J. Last Wednesday night at his ranch Madden killed a man. Add favorite pastimes of big millionaires.” 249 comiicboeoe S CO