The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 287: what you’re looking at

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Rai teaad "Decent people?" repeated Rannie softly, as the director vanished. "He's flattering himself again.” But the party was over, and the company moved reluctantly up the stairs to the second floor. Mr. Renault returned the saxophone to the desk. "Say, landlord, there's a sour note in this thing," he complained. "Have it fixed before I come again.” "Sure will, Mr. Renault,” promised the proprietor. "Too early for bed, no matter what Mike says," remarked Eden, piloting Paula Wendell to the street. "Let's take a walk. Eldorado doesn't look much like Union Square, but night air is night air wherever you find it.” "Lucky for me it isn't Union Square," said the girl. "I wouldn't be tagging along, if it was." "Is that so?" They strolled down Main Street, white and empty in the moonlight. In a lighted window of the Spot Cash Store hung a brilliant patchwork quilt. "To be raffled off by the ladies of the Orange Blossom Club for the benefit of the Orphans' Home," Eden read. "Think I'll take a chance on that tomorrow." "Better not get mixed up with any Orange Blossom Club," suggested Paula Wendell. 287 comiicboeoe S CO