demanded.

"'_El Mono_?' Whom do you mean, Pablo?"

"_El Mono_--the monkey. He wear long tail to the coat; all the time he
look like mebbeso somebody in the house she's goin' die pretty queeck."

"Oh, you mean Murray, the butler."

Pablo was too ludicrous, and Kay sat down on the edge of the porch and
laughed until she wept. Then, as Pablo still stood truculently in the
doorway, waiting an answer to his query, she called to Murray, who had
rushed to the aid of the potato baron, and asked him if he had found
any clothing in the room, and, if so, what he had done with it.

"I spotted and pressed them all, Miss Kay, and hung them in the
clothes-press of the room next door."

"I go get," growled Pablo, and did so; whereupon the artful Murray took
advantage of his absence to dart over to the royal chamber and remove
the potato baron's effects.

"I don't like that blackamoor, Miss Kay," _El Mono_ confided to the
girl. "I feel assured he is a desperate vagabond to whom murder and
pillage are mere pastimes. Please order him out of the garden. He
pays no attention to me whatsoever."

"Leave him severely alone," Kay advised. "I will find a way to handle
him."