The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 364: what you’re looking at

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————_— - os oe Thorn produced a handkerchief and Madden held out his hand. "What the devil are we waiting for?” snarled the millionaire. "We await come back of Mr. Bob Eden," replied Chan. "I am having much to impart when he arrives.” Thorn completed his act of mercy, and slunk back to his chair. The tall clock by the patio windows ticked on. With the patience characteristic of his race Chan sat, staring at his odd assortment of captives. Fifteen minutes passed, a half-hour, the minute hand began its slow advance toward the hour of nine. Victor Jordan shifted uneasily in his chair. Such disrespect to a man worth millions! "You're clear out of your mind, Charlie," he protested. "Maybe," admitted Chan. "We wait and see." Presently a car rattled into the yard. Chan nodded. "Long wait nearly over," he announced. "Now Mr. Eden comes." His expression altered as a knock sounded on the door. It was pushed open and a man strode bruskly in. A stocky, red-faced, determined man—Captain Bliss of the Homicide Squad. After him came another, a lean wiry individual in a two-quart hat. They stood amazed at the scene before them. Madden leaped to his feet. "Captain Bliss. By gad, I'm delighted to see you. You're just in time." 364 comiicboeoe S CO