by a noise in my room, and
when I looked at the window, I saw in the moonlight, sitting on the sill,
a fuzzy little old man. He's a burglar, I'm sure of it, and I wish the
police would come!"

"I think there are enough of us here now, Mrs. Blake, to look after two
or three burglars without the police," said Mr. Martin, as he glanced at
several neighbors who had come in. "Let's have a look around," he went
on. "I fancy, if there was a burglar, that he has gotten away by this
time."

"I hope he has gotten away, and will never come back," said Mrs. Blake.
"But I wish you gentlemen would look, just the same."

So Mr. Martin and the other men neighbors, with Patrick, the gardener, to
help, began a search of the house. They went to Mrs. Blake's room first.

"I don't see any burglar," said Mr. Martin. He did not need his electric
flashlight now, as the house had been lighted from top to bottom by Mrs.
Blake's two servants.

"There he is! There he is!" suddenly cried Mrs. Blake. "Under that big
chair. There's the fuzzy burglar!"

Mr. Martin and two or three other men rushed over to the chair at which
Mrs. Blake pointed. Mr. Martin stooped down, and then he laughed.

"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Tyndall, a neighbor from across the
street.

"I'll show you," answered Mr. Martin, as he thrust his arm under the
chair. "Come out of there, Jack!" he went on, and out from beneath the
chair he pulled--Jack, Uncle Toby's pet monkey! Poor Jack was as much
frightened as Mrs. Blake had been, but he cowered down in Mr. Martin's
arms and looked up into the face of the father of the Curlytops as if
saying:

"Please don't whip me! I didn't mean to be bad!"

The men who had come in to help hunt a burglar looked at the fuzzy monkey
in Mr. Martin's arms, and then burst out laughing.

"Yes, it must have been him that I saw perched on my window," said Mrs.
Blake. "In my alarm, it did look like a fuzzy, little old man, and of
course I thought it was a burglar. I was foolish. It was a very small
burglar. I didn't know you kept monkeys, Mr. Martin."

"I only keep one," he said, "and I don't exactly keep that, myself. It's
one of the children's pets. It used to belong to my Uncle Toby, and we
just brought Jack home this afternoon. We put him in the barn with the
white mice and the alligator----"

"Don't tell me there's an _alligator_ running around loose!" cried Mrs.
Blake. "Oh, a monkey is bad enough, but an _alligator_----"

"It's