Pablo hooted.
"You sorry, mees? Wait until my Don Mike he's come home and find thees fellow in hees house."
He closed the gate, returned to the room, and made a critical inspection of the apartment. Kay could see him wagging his grizzled head approvingly as she came to the door and looked in.
"Where those fellow El Mono, he put my boss's clothes?" Pablo demanded.
"'El Mono?' Whom do you mean, Pablo?"
"El Mono—the monkey. He wear long tail to the coat; all the time he look like mebbeso somebody in the house she's goin' die pretty queeck."
"Oh, you mean Murray, the butler."
Pablo was too ludicrous, and Kay sat down on the edge of the porch and laughed until she wept. Then, as Pablo still stood truculently in the doorway, waiting an answer to his query, she called to Murray, who had rushed to the aid of the potato baron, and asked him if he had found any clothing in the room, and, if so, what he had done with it.
"I spotted and pressed them all, Miss Kay, and hung them in the clothes-press of the room next door."
"I go get," growled Pablo, and did so; whereupon the artful Murray took advantage of his absence to dart over to the royal chamber and remove the potato baron's effects.