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"
Did
you
live
down
with
the
monkeys
?
"
asked
the
other
,
made
tepidly
garrulous
by
the
sunshine
and
the
alleviating
meal
of
juicy
fruit
.
"
I
was
down
there
,
once
myself
.
But
only
for
a
few
hours
.
That
was
when
I
was
with
the
Columbia
Detective
Agency
.
The
monkey
people
did
me
up
.
I
'd
have
my
job
yet
if
it
had
n't
been
for
them
.
I
'll
tell
you
about
it
.
"
One
day
the
chief
sent
a
note
around
to
the
office
that
read
:
'
Send
O'Day
here
at
once
for
a
big
piece
of
business
.
'
I
was
the
crack
detective
of
the
agency
at
that
time
.
They
always
handed
me
the
big
jobs
.
The
address
the
chief
wrote
from
was
down
in
the
Wall
Street
district
.
"
When
I
got
there
I
found
him
in
a
private
office
with
a
lot
of
directors
who
were
looking
pretty
fuzzy
.
They
stated
the
case
.
The
president
of
the
Republic
Insurance
Company
had
skipped
with
about
a
tenth
of
a
million
dollars
in
cash
.
The
directors
wanted
him
back
pretty
bad
,
but
they
wanted
the
money
worse
.
They
said
they
needed
it
.
They
had
traced
the
old
gent
's
movements
to
where
he
boarded
a
tramp
fruit
steamer
bound
for
South
America
that
same
morning
with
his
daughter
and
a
big
gripsack
--
all
the
family
he
had
.
"
One
of
the
directors
had
his
steam
yacht
coaled
and
with
steam
up
,
ready
for
the
trip
;
and
he
turned
her
over
to
me
,
cart
blongsh
.
In
four
hours
I
was
on
board
of
her
,
and
hot
on
the
trail
of
the
fruit
tub
.
I
had
a
pretty
good
idea
where
old
Wahrfield
--
that
was
his
name
,
J.
Churchill
Wahrfield
--
would
head
for
.
At
that
time
we
had
a
treaty
with
about
every
foreign
country
except
Belgium
and
that
banana
republic
,
Anchuria
.
There
was
n't
a
photo
of
old
Wahrfield
to
be
had
in
New
York
--
he
had
been
foxy
there
--
but
I
had
his
description
.
And
besides
,
the
lady
with
him
would
be
a
dead-give-away
anywhere
.
She
was
one
of
the
high-flyers
in
Society
--
not
the
kind
that
have
their
pictures
in
the
Sunday
papers
--
but
the
real
sort
that
open
chrysanthemum
shows
and
christen
battleships
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
we
never
got
a
sight
of
that
fruit
tub
on
the
road
.
The
ocean
is
a
pretty
big
place
;
and
I
guess
we
took
different
paths
across
it
.
But
we
kept
going
toward
this
Anchuria
,
where
the
fruiter
was
bound
for
.
"
We
struck
the
monkey
coast
one
afternoon
about
four
.
There
was
a
ratty-looking
steamer
off
shore
taking
on
bananas
.
The
monkeys
were
loading
her
up
with
big
barges
.
It
might
be
the
one
the
old
man
had
taken
,
and
it
might
not
.
I
went
ashore
to
look
around
.
The
scenery
was
pretty
good
.
I
never
saw
any
finer
on
the
New
York
stage
.
I
struck
an
American
on
shore
,
a
big
,
cool
chap
,
standing
around
with
the
monkeys
.
He
showed
me
the
consul
's
office
.
The
consul
was
a
nice
young
fellow
.
He
said
the
fruiter
was
the
Karlsefin
,
running
generally
to
New
Orleans
,
but
took
her
last
cargo
to
New
York
.
Then
I
was
sure
my
people
were
on
board
,
although
everybody
told
me
that
no
passengers
had
landed
.
I
did
n't
think
they
would
land
until
after
dark
,
for
they
might
have
been
shy
about
it
on
account
of
seeing
that
yacht
of
mine
hanging
around
.
So
,
all
I
had
to
do
was
to
wait
and
nab
'em
when
they
came
ashore
.
I
could
n't
arrest
old
Wahrfield
without
extradition
papers
,
but
my
play
was
to
get
the
cash
.
They
generally
give
up
if
you
strike
'em
when
they
're
tired
and
rattled
and
short
on
nerve
.
"
After
dark
I
sat
under
a
cocoanut
tree
on
the
beach
for
a
while
,
and
then
I
walked
around
and
investigated
that
town
some
,
and
it
was
enough
to
give
you
the
lions
.
If
a
man
could
stay
in
New
York
and
be
honest
,
he
'd
better
do
it
than
to
hit
that
monkey
town
with
a
million
.
"
Dinky
little
mud
houses
;
grass
over
your
shoe
tops
in
the
streets
;
ladies
in
low-neck-and-short-sleeves
walking
around
smoking
cigars
;
tree
frogs
rattling
like
a
hose
cart
going
to
a
ten
blow
;
big
mountains
dropping
gravel
in
the
back
yards
,
and
the
sea
licking
the
paint
off
in
front
--
no
,
sir
--
a
man
had
better
be
in
God
's
country
living
on
free
lunch
than
there
.
