Ünlü Amerikan oyun ve polisiye roman yazarı Earl Derr Biggers’in yarattığı Çinli dedektif Charlie Chan’in maceralarının yer aldığı ondan fazla polisiye roman filme de alınmıştır. Çinli Papağan romanı da bunlardan birisidir. Her macerada değişik mekanlarda karşılaştığımız Charlie Chan’i bu kez Hawaii-San Francisco-Kaliforniya hattında göreceğiz. Çok değerli inci kolyenin satışıyla başlayan ve son anına kadar heyecan duygusunun azalmadığı enfes bir polisiye roman

Londralı bir avukat olan J. W. Morov, Dedektif Şan ile bir cinayetin peşine düşer. Ellerinde bir delil vardır: Kadife terlikler. Cinayetin peşinden giderken bir akşam yemeğinden sonra film izleme sırasında müfettiş’in öldürülmüştür ve en son yine bir kadife terlik giydiği bilinmektedir. Sir Frederik, Morov ve Şan üçlüsü etrafında dönen araştırmalar cinayeti çözebilecek midir? On beş yıl önce ortadan kaybolan Ev Dürand ile cinayetin ilgisi var mıdır? Sürükleyici ve gizem dolu bir polisiye roman okumaya

He saw instead a quiet, well-furnished Boston office where at this very moment the typewriters were clicking amiably and the stock ticker was busily writing the story of another day. In a few hours there was a considerable difference of time the market would close and the men he knew would be piling into automobiles and heading for the nearest country club. A round of golf, then a calm, perfectly served dinner, and after that a quiet evening with a book. Life running along as it was meant to go, without rud

Charlie dropped into a chair and, for lack of anything better to do, studied his fellow traveler, some distance down the aisle. The man was a lean, rather distinguished-looking foreigner of some sort—probably a Latin, Chan thought. His hair was as black and sleek as the detective's, save where it was touched with gray over the ears. His eyes were quick and roving, his thin hands moved nervously about, he sat on the edge of his chair, as though his stay on the train was but a brief interlude in an exciting l

Eden thought deeply. What had Charlie Chan been talking about, anyhow? Rot and nonsense. They loved to dramatize things, these Chinese. Loved to dramatize themselves. Here was Chan playing a novel role, and his complaint against it was not sincere. He wanted to go on playing it, to spy around and imagine vain things. Well, that wasn't the American way. It wasn't Bob Eden's way. The boy looked at his watch. Ten minutes since Charlie had left him; in ten minutes more he would go to Madden's room and get those

Huntley Van Horn strolled down Kalakaua Avenue in the direction of Shelah Fane's house. On this tiny island in the midst of the rolling Pacific, few outward signs of a romantic past survived. He might have been on Hollywood Boulevard: the parade of automobiles along that stretch of American asphalt was constant, a trolley clattered by, he walked on a concrete sidewalk under the soft yellow glow of modern streetlamps. Yet, beyond the range of those lamps, he was conscious of the black velvet of a tropic nigh

With no definite destination in mind, Duff wandered along down Piccadilly. It was a thoroughfare of memories for him, and now they crowded about him. Up to a short time ago he had been divisional detective-inspector at the Vine Street station, and so in charge of the C.I.D. in this fashionable quarter. The West End had been his hunting preserve. There, looming in dignified splendor through the rain, was the exclusive club where, with a few quiet words, he had taken an absconding banker. A darkened shop fron

A gay crowd of Anglo-Indians gathered one night fifteen years ago on a hill outside Peshawar to watch the moon rise over that isolated frontier town. Among the company were Captain Eric Durand and his wife, just out from home. Eve Durand was young, pretty and well-born—a Miss Mannering, of Devonshire. Some one proposed a game of hide-and-seek before the ride back to Peshawar. The game was never finished. They are still looking for Eve Durand. Eventually all India was enlisted in the game. Jungle and bazaar,

Chan, omuzlarını silkti. Fark etmez. Parmak izleriyle öbür teknik işlemler teoride iyidir ama gerçek hayatta o kadar değil. Tecrübelerim bana insanoğlu üzerinde derin derin düşünmemi söylüyor. İnsan ihtirasları. Bir cinayetin ardında yatan nedir? Nefret, intikam, maktulü susturma isteği. Belki de para hırsı. Her zaman insanoğlunu incelemek gerekiyor. Kulağa mantıklı geliyor, dedi John Quincy. Çoğunlukla öyledir, dedi Chan, emin bir ifadeyle. Elimizdeki ipuçlarını sayıyorum: Bir sayfası eksik konuk defteri