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Updated: June 29, 2025
Not after they've been trod on!" was the swift retort, as the old lady pointed downwards toward the floor of the porch. Both stooped and rose again, astonishment deepening upon their faces as Jessica held out her open palm with the injured trinket lying upon it. "Elsa Winkler's wedding ring! How came it here?" "How indeed? I don't believe that woman's been on these premises since I came."
After mailing the letter the four children drove to the home of Mr. Winkler. "I hope the monkey does something queer," said Bunny. "I wish the parrot would sing a funny song!" exclaimed Sue. "Something seems to be the matter, anyhow," said Lucile, as they got out of the little sled and walked toward the front door of Mr. Winkler's house, where the actor boarded.
No one saw him go in, and in a few moments the real Muller, slight, smooth-shaven, sat down at his desk, looking at the papers that lay before him. They were three letters and an empty envelope. He took up the last, and compared it carefully with the envelope of one of the letters found in Winkler's room the unsigned letter postmarked Hietzing, September 24th. The two envelopes were exactly alike.
"He eats sugar out of my hand." "And we could have my trained white mice," said Charlie Star. "If you have mice in it I'm not going to play!" exclaimed Sadie West. "I don't like mice at all!" "Neither do I!" added Jennie Harris. "Well, we could get Mr. Jed Winkler's parrot, maybe," suggested Bunny. "And his monkey!" some one added. "Oh, yes!" cried all the children.
Then into the store rushed a big dog, barking and leaping about, his eyes fixed on that scrambling object in brown fur which had sprung to the highest shelf. "Mercy me! What's that?" cried Mrs. Golden. "It's Wango, Mr. Winkler's monkey," Sue answered. And that is what it was. Wango had got loose nothing new for him and had wandered out into the street.
Winkler's employer read the few lines, then laid the paper aside with a very serious face. "When did you see him last?" he asked of the woman. "Day before yesterday in the morning. He went away about half-past eight as he usually does," she replied. And then she added a question of her own: "Was he here day before yesterday?" The merchant nodded and pressed an electric bell.
"We'll keep on looking," promised Bunny. "And maybe we'll find it." Splash, the big dog, proved to be very gentle and kind. He seemed to love the two children very much, and went everywhere with them. No one came to claim him. There was only one place Bunny and Sue could not take him, and that was to Mr. Winkler's house, and it was on account of the monkey.
"You can't go over to Mr. Winkler's in the rain," said Mrs. Brown. "You'd better stay out in the barn and feed your pet alligators." "Oh, but the rain is over," Sue explained. "The sun is coming out. And Wango isn't over at his own home. He's up in one of our trees. Splash chased him up there, I guess, and barked at him. And he won't come down I mean Wango won't.
They looked up at the furry figure, on the top shelf of the candy store, and Bunny said: "Why, it's only Wango, Mr. Winkler's monkey! I guess he broke loose from his chain." "Yes, it's Wango!" echoed Sue. "Come down, Wango!" she called, for both children had often petted the queer little monkey. Wango accidentally dropped one of the lollypops he held.
The wig made Wango look like an old man. "And he has on one of my jackets, too!" exclaimed the actor. "It's one I use in some of my stage plays, children, where I have to have a very short, little jacket. No wonder you thought a tramp was in Miss Winkler's kitchen! Wango, are you trying to be an impersonator, such as I used to be?" asked Mr. Treadwell, laughing and shaking his finger at Mr.
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