The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 71: what you’re looking at

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a, "If he's there," repeated Bob Eden thoughtfully. "Good night. But before you go—how do you like your steaks?" "Rare," she laughed. "Yes—I guess one was enough. However, I'm very grateful to that one." "It was a lovely steak," she said. "Good night.” Will Holley led the way to an aged car parked before the hotel. "Jump in," he said. "It's only a short run." "Just a moment—I must get my bag," Eden replied. He entered the hotel and returned in a moment with his suitcase, which he tossed into the tonneau. "Horace Greeley's ready," Holley said. "Come west, young man." Eden climbed in and the little car clattered down Main Street. "This is mighty kind of you," the boy said. "It's a lot of fun," Holley answered. "You know, I've been thinking. Old P.J. never gives an interview, but you can't tell—I might be able to persuade him. These famous men sometimes let down a little when they get out here. It would be a big feather in my cap. They'd hear of me on Park Row again." "T'll do all I can to help," Bob Eden promised. "That's good of you,” Holley answered. The faint yellow lights of Eldorado grew even fainter behind them. They ascended a rough road between two small hills—barren, unlovely piles of badly assorted rocks. "Well, I'm going 71 comiicboeoe S CO