The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 359: what you’re looking at

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= "Really?" returned Victor. "Well, that may not be so serious as it looks. When I say the pearls left San Francisco with Eden, I don't mean he was carrying them. Charlie had them." "Charlie who?" "Why, Charlie Chan, of the Honolulu Police. The man who brought them from Hawaii.” Madden was thoughtful. "Chan—a Chinaman?" "Of course. He's here, too, isn't he? I understood he " Was. A wicked light came into Madden's eyes. "Yes, he's here. You think he still has the pearls?" "I'm sure he has. In a money-belt about his waist. Get him here and I'll order him to hand them over at once.” "Fine—fine!" chuckled Madden. "If you'll step into this room for a moment, Mr. Jordan, I'll call you presently." "Yes, sir—of course," agreed Victor, who was always polite to the rich. Madden led him by the inside passage to his bedroom. When the millionaire returned, his spirits were high. "Bit of luck, this is," he remarked. "And to think that blooming cook—" He went to the door leading on to the patio, and called loudly, "Ah Kim!" The Chinese shuffled in. He looked at Madden blankly. "Wha's matte, boss?” he inquired. 309 comiicboeoe S CO