The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 321: what you’re looking at

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a, the picture's finished I aim to take a little jaunt for my health.’ Said he hadn't been in Frisco since the ‘nineties and was hungry to see it again." Eden nodded. "Well, thank you very much." With Paula Wendell he moved toward the door, and Chan, his hat low over his eyes, followed. At the foot of the runway in the bright world outside, Eden paused. "That's that," he said. "One more disappointment. Will we ever get to the end of this? Well, Charlie—Boston's beat it. Our bird has flown." "Why not?" said Chan. "Madden pays him to go, of course. Did Boston not say he knew all about Delaney?" "Which must mean he knows Delaney's dead. But how could he? Was he on the desert that Wednesday night? Ye gods!" The boy put his hand to his forehead. "You haven't any smelling salts, have you?" he added to Paula Wendell. She laughed. "Never use 'em." They moved out to the street. "Well, we must push on," said Eden. "The night is dark and we are far from home." He turned to the girl. "When do you go back to Eldorado?" "This afternoon," she replied. "I'm working on another script—one that calls for a ghost city this time.” "A ghost city?" 321 comiicboeoe S CO