"Quite so!" said Gran'pa. "Let's get out of here!"
Ten minutes later arrangements had been made for the safe custody of the animal up to and including the following Wednesday, when we hoped to have Gran'pa ready to receive a couple of Alfred's glands.
It was indeed a great day's work, and when we left that home of brute barbarism I couldn't help patting the old man's back.
"Satisfied?" I asked.
He answered with the deepest emotion.
"George!" he said. "I'm not a greedy man. All I ask for is about a quarter of that brute's energy. Then I'll be happy!"
[CHAPTER IV]
THE AVENUE HAS A SURPRISE
After the hastily-arranged purchase of Alfred, the gorilla, we called next day to see Dr. Croft, the surgeon, who had been chosen to bring about the strange union of man and part monkey.
I had expected to see a man of anything from forty-five to sixty, but we were greeted, instead, by a mere youngster of about twenty-five or six.