An exclamation of great joy burst from his lips.
"No silly business there, Mahdi," cried Madame warningly from her tent.
"The public will be here in half a tick." Mahdi dropped his string and curled in a knot, but presently he started cautiously hauling in his prize.

A long hairy arm reached out and clutched it, and hastily hid the object in the straw.

The treasure was a bottle three-parts full of brandy, Professor Thunder's extra special.
The Missing Link's performances during the next hour were curious and perfunctory: the animal was not himself.

If Missing Links were habitually intemperate one would be inclined to say this Missing Link had taken something too much.

During a quiet quarter of an hour Mahdi got the key of his cage from the Professor's ordinary vest, which had been left hanging within his reach, opened the door, and going quietly along the wall behind the cages, reached the back door, opened it, and stepped into the night.
Two minutes later a monstrous shape came out of the shadows of a right-of-way into the well-lighted City Street, a strange, misshapen animal, with a head half-human half-monkey, with a body like that of an ourang-outang and long, flapping feet.