The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 65: what you’re looking at

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J a sad little string of electric lights proclaimed that gaiety was afoot. "Whither away?" Bob Eden said. "The movies?" "Heavens, no. I remember that one. It took ten years off my young life. Tell me, what are you doing here? People confide in me, too. Stranger, you don't belong.” "No, I'm afraid I don't," Eden admitted. "It's a complicated story but I'll inflict it on you anyhow, some day. Just at present I'm looking for the editor of the Eldorado Times. I've got a letter to him in my pocket." "Will Holley?" "Yes. You know him?" "Everybody knows him. Come with me. He ought to be in his office now.” They turned down First Street. Bob Eden was pleasantly conscious of the slim lithe figure walking at his side. He had never before met a girl so modestly confident, so aware of life and unafraid of it. These desert towns were delightful. A light was burning in the newspaper office, and under it a frail figure sat hunched over a typewriter. As they entered Will Holley rose, removing a green shade from his eyes. He was a thin tall man of thirty-five or so, with prematurely gray hair and wistful eyes. "Hello, Paula," he said. 65 comiicboeoe S CO