something really dangerous," answered Mrs. Postwhistle. "I am a
bit nervous of this new monkey game, I don't mind confessing to
you--the things that they do according to the picture-books. Up to
now, except for imagining 'imself a mole, and taking all his meals
underneath the carpet, it's been mostly birds and cats and 'armless
sort o' things I 'aven't seemed to mind so much."

"How did you get hold of him?" demanded Mr. Clodd. "Have much
trouble in finding him, or did somebody come and tell you about
him?"

"Old Gladman, of Chancery Lane, the law stationer, brought 'im 'ere
one evening about two months ago--said 'e was a sort of distant
relative of 'is, a bit soft in the 'ead, but perfectly 'armless--
wanted to put 'im with someone who wouldn't impose on 'im. Well,
what between 'aving been empty for over five weeks, the poor old
gaby 'imself looking as gentle as a lamb, and the figure being
reasonable, I rather jumped at the idea; and old Gladman,
explaining as 'ow 'e wanted the thing settled and done with, got me
to sign a letter."

"Kept a copy of it?" asked the business-like Clodd.

"No. But I can remember what it was. Gladman 'ad it all ready.
So long as the money was paid punctual and 'e didn't make no
disturbance and didn't fall sick, I was to go on boarding and
lodging 'im for seventeen-and-sixpence a week. It didn't strike me
as anything to be objected to at the time; but 'e payin' regular,
as I've explained to you, and be'aving, so far as disturbance is
concerned, more like a Christian martyr than a man, well, it looks