The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 360: what you’re looking at

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a "T want to have a little talk with you." Madden's manner was genial, even kindly. "Where did you work before you came here?” "Get 'um woik all place, boss. Maybe lay sticks on gloun' foah lailload—" "What town—what town did you work in last?" "No got 'um town, boss. Jus’ outdoahs no place, laying sticks—" "You mean you were laying ties for the railroad on the desert?" "Yes, boss. You light now." Madden leaned back, and put his thumbs in the armholes of his vest. "Ah Kim—you're a damned liar," he said. "Wha's matte, boss?” "T'll show you what's the matter. I don't know what your game here has been, but it's all over now." Madden rose and stepped to the door. "Come in, sir,” he called, and Victor Jordan strode into the room. Chan's eyes narrowed. "Charlie, what is all this nonsense?" demanded Victor. "What are you doing in that melodramatic outfit?" Chan did not answer. Madden laughed. "All over, as I told you, Charlie—if that's your name. This is Mr. 360 comiicboeoe S CO