The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 292: what you’re looking at

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ee. "Good morning,” she said. "I came along in case Madden tried to renig on his promise. You see, I know so much about him now—" The director passed. "This will be O.K.," he remarked to the girl. "Pleased him for once," she smiled to Eden. "That ought to get into the papers.” The script was a story of old California, and presently they were grinding away at a big scene in the patio. "No, no, no," wailed the director. "What ails you this morning, Rannie? You're saying good-bye to the girl— you love her, love her, love her. You'll probably never see her again." "The hell I won't," replied the actor. "Then the thing's a flop right now." "You know what I mean—you think you'll never see her again. Her father has just kicked you out of the house forever. A bit of a critic, the father. But come on—this is the big farewell. Your heart is broken. Broken, my boy— what are you grinning about?" "Come on, Diane," said the actor. "I'm never going to see you again, and I'm supposed to be sorry about it. Ye gods, the things these script-writers imagine. However, here goes. My art's equal to anything." Eden strolled over to where the white-haired patriarch and Eddie Boston were sitting together on a pile of 292 comiicboeoe S CO