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Updated: June 5, 2025
Winkler met his death at the hand of the husband, who, discovering the planned rendezvous, had misunderstood its motive. For truly this had been no lovers' meeting. It had been a meeting to which the woman was driven by fear and hate; the man by greed of gain.
But I happened to notice that he spoiled several letters and had to rewrite them, which showed me that his thoughts were not on his work, a frequent occurrence with him. However, everything went along as usual until 11 o'clock. Then Winkler became very uneasy.
You couldn't see him 'cause your head was under the water," he went on, "and when a feller sees a dog first, half of it is his, anyhow; isn't it, Mr. Winkler?" "Oh, you may have half of him," agreed Sue kindly. "Do you want the head half, or the tail hall, Bunny?"
"Yes," agreed Sue. "And when he sat down in the fly paper! That was funnier than this time." "I guess Miss Winkler didn't think this was funny," commented Bunny. "I guess the monkey doesn't like her." "But he minds Mr. Winkler," Sue said. "I've seen him make the monkey stand on his head."
We thought we'd come back here." "To give another show?" asked the hardware man. "No, I guess our show is gone for good," was the boy's answer. "But I sort of liked this place, and so did my sister. I thought I might get work here, at least until I could make money enough to go back to New York." "Got any folks in New York?" asked Mr. Winkler, as he stroked the head of his pet monkey.
A three-deck craft, it was equipped with complete laboratory facilities for research in any corner of the globe. Jet lifters in the belly of the fuselage enabled the craft to take off vertically and also to hover. As Tom supervised the loading of the equipment, a foghorn voice boomed, "'Mornin', buckaroos!" The chunky figure of Chow Winkler came into view.
Then he rose from his seat and pulled up a chair for his visitor. "Sit down here. This thing has frightened you and you are no longer young." When the servant entered, the merchant told him to ask the head bookkeeper to come to the inner office. When this official appeared, his employer inquired: "When did Winkler leave here day before yesterday?" "At six o'clock, sir, as usual."
Winkler, for he was an old friend of Mrs. Golden. "I don't count much on it," she answered. "Philip has gone to see about it. I got word that an uncle of mine had died and left some money and property. We may get a share of it and we may not." "I hope you do!" exclaimed Mr. Winkler. "I most certainly hope you do!" So did Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, for they were getting quite fond of Mrs.
"My sister might be worried about him," and he smiled as the crowd laughed, for it was well known that Miss Winkler did not like Wango, though she was not unkind to him. "Now show me where your sister is," said Mrs. Brown to the boy, as she walked along with him and her own two children. "By the way, what's your name?" "Mart Clayton," he answered.
Always speak of yourself last. It is more polite. Well, I think you and Bunny may take the parrot back to Mr. Winkler," went on the teacher. "Certainly we don't want him in our class, though he seems a bright bird." "You ought to see Wango, the monkey, climb!" cried fat Bobbie Boomer, and all the other children laughed. "He's great!"
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