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"Here he is now!" cried a chorus of children's voices, and, looking toward the front of his store, Mr. Raymond saw the old sailor coming in. "What's all the trouble here?" asked Mr. Winkler. "It's your monkey again, Jed," answered Mr. Raymond. "Lucky my place isn't a china store, or you'd have a lot of damages to pay for broken dishes.
Thorne has seen in the papers that a man has been arrested and accused of the murder of Leopold Winkler, then he will take the next train back and give himself up to the authorities. That he makes no such move as long as he thinks there is no suspicion on any one else, no possibility that any one else could suffer the consequences of his deed is quite comprehensible it is only natural and human."
"Oh, it's Wango, the monkey, and he's up to some of his tricks!" cried Bunny. "He'll pull out all her hair!" Sue exclaimed. "Oh, Bunny Sue run for my brother! Go get Jed!" begged Miss Winkler. "Tell him Wango is terrible! He must come at once. Wango is such a bad monkey he won't mind me!" And Wango kept on pulling her hair! Bunny Brown and his sister Sue hardly knew what to do.
For to-day's papers I have read them myself expressed the public sentiment that the police may succeed in convicting this man of the crime, that the death may be avenged and justice have her due. Several of these papers, the papers I know you have bought and presumably read, do not doubt that Johann Knoll is the murderer of Leopold Winkler.
And as soon as the little yellow dog found that he was not going to be hurt, but that Splash was just going to be friends with him, why the two animals just sat down in the grass find rubbed noses and, I suppose, talked to each other in dog language, if there is any such thing. Bunny helped Sue get up, and then Mr. Winkler came running along.
At that moment the front door opened, and there stood Jed Winkler, the old sailor, who owned the monkey. "Have you seen anything of Wango?" began Mr. Winkler, but there was no need for him to ask such a question. There was Wango, in plain sight, holding some lollypops in one paw, and in the other some jelly beans and coconut candies he had grabbed up from the floor.
He feared that I should seek to take vengeance upon him, and for this reason he was always exciting the King against me. Upon this point alone did he agree with that old, Maintenon. I believe that Louvois had a share in the conspiracy by which Langhans and Winkler compassed my poor brother's death.
"Why, it surely is Mr. Winkler's parrot!" exclaimed Mr. Treadwell, as he looked at the green bird. "He was safe in his cage when I came out this morning, but he must have got loose. I'd better go and tell Miss Winkler, for she likes the parrot as much as she doesn't like Jed's monkey.
She had repeated these proceedings for many years, and people never ceased telling her that she was foolish to be thus continually thinking of the return of her John. This autumn it would be eighteen years since John had gone away, and every year John Michael Winkler was reported in the paper as missing, which would be done until his fiftieth year he was now in his thirty-sixth.
The next minute Miss Winkler had shut the cage door and fastened it. "There!" she exclaimed, "the next time I let you out of your cage you'll know it, Wango!" "What happened?" asked Bunny. "I don't know, child," the elderly lady answered, as she began to coil up her hair. "He is usually good, though he minds my brother better than he does me.
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