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Updated: June 14, 2025
At day-break, to Heeley's great amazement, the huge monkey cut him free, and made no attempt to resist his flight. Nicholas Crips had very satisfactory reasons for not being mixed up in a long, legal ceremonial such as the handing of Heeley over to the police would have entailed.
Mahdi scraped and picked at the grass with a diverting show of monkey antics, sniffed at the boiler in which the leg of mutton had been cooked, and backed away nearer Heeley, with a yowl of consternation as his nose encountered the scalding water. Dan Heeley was diverted, he laughed aloud, but he had a cautious eye on his victims the while, for all he held them cheaply.
"Heeley!" gasped Madame Marve, "the man that shot Hollander, the man that's been sticking up the banks?" Heeley's brow darkened. "Precisely, missus," he said; "the man the Gov' mint offers £250 quid for, cash on delivery." He turned again to Professor Thunder. "I noticed you was doin' pretty good at Big Timber, mate," he said, "and I thought I'd follow on and pick up a little loose change.
'You'll give the show away, you fool! 'No, I shan't, Clemmy, my boy, said Mr. Heeley judicially. 'They'll stand simply anything. I bet you what you like Onions Winter quotes that all over the place. And he handed the last sheet of the review to a messenger, and ran off to the editorial room to report that instructions had been executed.
I guessed it would be an easy thing, and it is." "Who are you?" asked the celebrated entrepreneur, much distressed to find himself in a theatrical situation that was painfully real. "Don't ask questions of yer betters, Professor, an' you won't get hurt. Howsomever, yer bound t' hear at The Mills all about Dan Heeley, so I don't mind admittin' I'm little Danny."
Mahdi, the man-monkey, sniffed about the stump, and capered foolishly. He looked with ape-like curiosity at Heeley's horse, then made an impish jump at the animal, grinning and growling savagely. The horse threw up his head, snorted in terror, and pulled back, dragging Heeley with him, broke free, and bolted into the night. Cursing wildly, Heeley ran for his revolver.
Just look about. Oh, conf ! Then the editor rang a bell. 'Send Mr. Heeky to me, quick! he commanded the messenger-boy. 'I'm just finishing that leaderette, began Mr. Heeley, when he obeyed the summons. Mr. Heeley was a young man who had published a book of verse. 'Never mind the leaderette, said the editor.
'Oh, he's shot up to six foot eight! exclaimed Jack, interrupting the scribe. 'Snow! observed the bearded man styled Clementina. 'He dies in the snow. Listen. He read a passage from Henry's final scene, ending with 'His spirit had passed. 'Chuck me the scissors, Jack. Mr. Heeley paused, looked up, and then drew his pen through what he had written.
The figure leaped about in a foolish way, and rolled on the grass in unwield play. Heeley burst into laughter. "It's that blanky monkey," he said. "D'yeh mean t' say you leave four thousan' quids' worth o' monkey run round loose in the bush like this?" Mr. Heeley grinned amiably, replaced the revolver on the stump, and turned his attention to the cash box once more.
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