The Chinese Parrot (Charlie Chan Detective Series) — page 79: what you’re looking at

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ea. "So am I. Walk softly, son. By the way, you might open that gate, if you will.” Bob Eden got out and, unlatching the gate, swung it open. When Holley had steered Horace Greeley inside the yard, Eden shut the gate behind him. The editor brought his car to a stop twenty feet away, and alighted. The ranch house was a one-story structure, eloquent of the old Spanish days in California before Iowa came. Across the front ran a long low veranda, the roof of which sheltered four windows that were glowing warmly in the chill night. Holley and the boy crossed the tile floor of the porch, and came to a big front door, strong and forbidding. Eden knocked loudly. There was a long wait. Finally the door opened a scant foot, and a pale face looked out. "What is it? What do you want?” inquired a querulous voice. From inside the room came the gay lilt of a fox- trot. "I want to see Mr. Madden," Bob Eden said. "Mr. P.J. Madden." "Who are you?" "Never mind. I'll tell Madden who I am. Is he here?" The door went shut a few inches. "He's here, but he isn't seelng any one." 79 comiicboeoe S CO