“The ape wandered around, until it heard a call it recognized from outside, on the street. It was trained to open bolts, and the only other bolt that wouldn’t have a camera equipment and electric plate was our coal chute, that had the Chief stumped how to fix it.”

“And why would he have to go down there?”

“To let in his mate—another beast.”

“And what was it?”

“Well, what could leave a snake trail?”

“A boa-constrictor, or one of them bushmasters out of Australia?”

“What else—out of Australia?”

Potiphar stared, thinking hard.

“I don’t know.”

“Something that hops, and balances with its tail.”

“A—you mean a—kangaroo?”

Roger chuckled, nodding.

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