The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 262: what you’re looking at

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Rai cl "Made to order by tailor in New York," he said, after an inspection of the inner coat pocket. "Name of purchaser, however, is blotted out by too much wearing.” He took from the side pockets a box of matches and a half-empty packet of inexpensive cigarettes. "Finishing the coat," he added. He turned his attention to the vest and luck smiled upon him. From the lower right-hand pocket he removed an old-fashioned watch, attached to a heavy chain. The timepiece was silent; evidently it had been unwound for some time. Quickly he pried open the back case, and a little grunt of satisfaction escaped him. He passed the watch to Bob Eden. "Presented to Jerry Delaney by his Old Friend, Honest Jack McGuire," read Eden in a voice of triumph. "And the date—August twenty-sixth, 1913." "Jerry Delaney!" cried Holley. "By heaven, we're getting on now. The name of the third man was Jerry Delaney.” "Yet to be proved he was the third man," Chan cautioned. "This, however, may help.” He produced a soiled bit of colored paper—a passenger's receipt for a Pullman compartment. "Compartment B— car 198," he read. "Chicago to Barstow." He turned it over. "Date when used, February eighth, present year.” Bob Eden turned to a calendar. "Great stuff," he cried. "Jerry Delaney left Chicago on February eighth—a week ago Sunday night. That got him into Barstow last 262 comiicboeoe S CO