The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 59: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Raa An electric lamp of modest candle-power burned above the desk of the Desert Edge, and a kindly old man read a Los Angeles paper in its dim company. "Good evening,” said Bob Eden. "Evenin',” answered the old man. "I wonder if I might leave this suitcase in your check- room for a while?" the boy inquired. "Check-room, hell," replied the old man. "Just throw her down anywhere. Ain't lookin’ fer a room, I suppose. Make you a special rate." "No," said Eden. "I'm sorry." Sall right," answered the proprietor. "Not many are.” "I'd like to find the office of the Eldorado Times," Eden informed him. "Round corner on First," murmured the old man, deep in his pink newspaper again. Bob Eden went to the corner, and turned off. His feet at once left Eldorado's solitary sidewalk for soft crunching sand. He passed a few buildings even meaner than those on Main Street, a plumber's shop, a grocer's, and came to a little yellow shack which bore on its window the fading legend: "The Eldorado Times. Job Printing Neatly Done." There was no light inside, and crossing a narrow, dilapidated porch, he saw a placard on the door. Straining his eyes in the dusk, he read: o9 comiicboeoe S CO