The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 293: what you’re looking at

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= ae lumber beside the barn. Near at hand, Ah Kim hovered, all eyes for these queer antics of the white men. Boston leaned back and lighted a pipe. "Speaking of Madden," he remarked, "makes me think of Jerry Delaney. Ever know Jerry, Pop?" Startled, Eden moved nearer. The old man put his hand behind his ear. "Who's that?” he inquired. "Delaney," shouted Boston. Chan also edged closer. "Jerry Delaney. There was one smooth worker in his line, Pop. I hope I get a chance—I'm going to ask Madden if he remembers—" A loud outcry for Mr. Boston arose in the patio, and he laid down his pipe and fled. Chan and Bob Eden looked at each other. The company worked steadily until the lunch hour arrived. Then, scattered about the yard and the patio, they busied themselves with the generous sandwiches of the Oasis and with coffee served from thermos bottles. Suddenly Madden appeared in the doorway of the living-room. He was in a genial mood. "Just a word of welcome," he said. "Make yourselves at home." He shook hands with the director and, moving about, spoke a few moments with each member of the company in turn. The girl named Diane held his attention for some time. 293 comiicboeoe S CO