"I--" "It's Mrs.McMurdle's pest of a monkey, sirs" blithered the maid.
"Asking your pardon.

The one she made such a fuss about sending away, last month, when all beastees was barred from the Park.

It must 'a' strayed back from where she sent it to, the crafty little nuisance! It's--" "Incidentally," said the Master, "it is the creature that wrecked your room.

See the ink on it.

And that bit of porcelain it's brandishing at us looks like a match for some of these smashed bits on the floor.