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Menagerie of our big tent, swinging up the guy ropes and balancing on the cross pole, a whole row of them with their tails flying S shapes. The Baby Toni caught a baby monkey. I confess we wanted Monkey jt witn a view, of course, to film shots. We nursed it in our spare room; fed it off the fat of the land. It ate, but it cried and cried, pitifully, screwing up its little mouth with such a world of melancholy in its pathetic little eyes. And the unhappy mother hovered about the house, peering in at the baby through the window, moaning. When all the other monkeys had left, she still stayed in the yard, jumping from tree to tree.
At last I couldn't stand it any longer. I took the baby on to the roof. The minute the monkeys saw it, what a bedlam of shrieking and a chatter broke out ! I thought I should be mobbed. The mother came leaping to the nearest tree. The baby saw her and began to shriek and struggled in my arms. I slipped the leash. One leap and it was at the edge of the roof, one more and it was in the tree, one more and, oh, my soul, in its terrible fright and trembling hurry it had jumped short.
I saw it hurtling through the branches, and closed my eyes. I heard it strike the ground. I was a murderer, no better. No, thank goodness, the little thing was up and running for dear life, straight into the wide open door of the laboratory. I called out. The whole staff turned to, and the laboratory was searched. A few
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