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"Oh, no, Ma'am!" he exclaimed, so earnestly that of course Miss Bradley believed him. "But I know whose parrot it is," said Sue, eagerly. "Whose?" asked the teacher. "Mr. Winkler's! He's got a parrot and a monkey. They're always getting loose. Maybe the monkey's in the cloakroom, too, only the monkey can't talk like Polly," went on Sue. "Keep your seats, children!" said Miss Bradley.
Suddenly the door of the room opened and in burst Tom Milton. "Say!" he cried, "Mr. Jed Winkler's monkey is loose in Mr. Raymond's hardware store, and you ought to see the place! Come on! Mr. Jed Winkler's monkey is loose again!" and he jumped up and down he was so excited.
Bunny Brown looked up at his sister Sue, holding a bit of syrup-covered cake on his fork. "What's come?" he asked. "Has Aunt Lu come to visit us, or did Wango, the monkey, come up on our front steps?" "No, it isn't Mr. Jed Winkler's monkey and Aunt Lu didn't come, but I wish she had," answered Sue. "But it's come a lot of it, and I'm so glad! Hurray!"
The children laughed, and so did the teacher. Out of the cloakroom flew the parrot, fluttering up on the teacher's desk. There it perched, preening its feathers with its big beak and thick, black tongue, now and then uttering harsh squawks and making remarks, some of which could not be understood. "Is this the parrot you meant, Sue?" asked Miss Bradley. "Yes'm, that's Mr. Winkler's," answered Sue.
Now I've found my little friends all right," he said, looking kindly at Lucile and Mart, "but some one else has helped them." "They helped some one else first," said Mrs. Newton, with a smile. "Mart got Mr. Winkler's monkey down out of a tree." "I heard about that," returned Mr. Treadwell, with a laugh.
Adele Bernauer on the letter which was postmarked "Venice," about thirty-six hours previous this hand had, in an awkward and childish attempt at disguise, written Winkler's address on the envelope which bore the date of September 24th. The writer of the harmless letter to Mrs. Bernauer, a letter which chatted of household topics and touched lightly on the beauties of Venice, was Mrs. Thorne.
These extravagant days seemed to have nothing whatever to do with Winkler's business pay day, but came at odd times. Mrs. Klingmayer remembered two separate times when he had received a postal money order. But she did not know from whom the letters came, nor even whether they were sent from the city or from some other town.
I saw that Winkler turned pale as he took the note in his hand. It seemed to be only a few words written hastily on a card, thrust into an envelope. Winkler's teeth were set as he opened the letter. The messenger had already gone away." "Did you notice his number?" asked Dr. von Riedau. "No, I scarcely noticed the man at all. I was looking at Winkler, whose behaviour was so peculiar.
There was nothing else in Winkler's room which could be of any value to Muller in the problem that was now before him. And yet he was very well satisfied with the result of his errand. He entered his cab again, ordering the driver to take him to Hietzing. Just before he had reached the corner where he had told the man to stop, another cab passed them, a coupe, in which was a solitary woman.
That day the evening papers printed the report of the murder and the description of the dead man, and on Wednesday, the 29th, Mrs. Klingmayer read the news and went to see Winkler's employer. By noon of that day the body was identified and a description of the stolen purse and watch telegraphed to police headquarters in various cities.
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