The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 33: what you’re looking at

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a. came from a pay-station in a cigar store at the corner of Sutter and Kearny Streets." Eden paused. He saw Charlie Chan regarding him with deep interest. "Can you wonder I'm worried about Bob?" the jeweler continued. "There's some funny business going on, and I tell you I don't like it—" A knock sounded on the door, and Eden himself opened it. His son stepped into the room, debonair and smiling. At sight of him, as so often happens in such a situation, the anxious father's worry gave way to a deep rage. "You're a hell of a business man," he cried. "Now, father—no compliments," laughed Bob Eden. "And me wandering all over San Francisco in your service." "I suppose so. That's about what you would be doing, when it was your job to meet Mr. Chan at the dock." "Just a moment, dad." Bob Eden removed a glistening rain coat. "Hello, Victor. Madame Jordan. And this, I imagine, is Mr. Chan.” "So sorry to miss meeting at dock," murmured Chan. "All my fault, I am sure—" "Nonsense, cried the jeweler. "His fault, as usual. When, in heaven's name, are you going to show a sense of responsibility?" 33 comiicboeoe S CO