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MONKEY BUSINESS
LOIS SCHMITT
FIVE STAR
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Copyright © 2017 by Lois Schmitt
Poem within the text was written by Lois Schmitt.
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“They can’t decide what to put behind the chair.” The zoo’s
receptionist was talking on the phone as I approached her desk.
“The pink umbrella with the red hearts or the life-size cut-outs of the
bride and groom.”
“I like the pink umbrella,” I said, signing the visitor’s log and
putting down the pen.
The receptionist glanced up at me. “That was my first choice too.”
Sarcasm doesn’t work with everyone.
I scooted into the elevator, pressing the button for the third floor.
When the door opened, I spotted Ginger Hart in conversation with a
young woman who looked familiar.
“Mei?” I said, stepping into the hallway.
She spun around. “Mrs. Farrell, what are you doing here?”
We hugged.
“I almost didn’t recognize you,” I said.
“It’s been more than six years since I graduated.” Mei grinned.
“I’ve contact lenses now. I let my hair grow, I’ve lost about thirty
pounds, and—”
“I take it you two know each other,” Ginger interrupted.
“Mrs. Farrell was my first teacher when I arrived in America, and
she was always my favorite.”
I smiled, remembering the awkward teenager who came from
Hong Kong to live with her aunt on Long Island after her parents
died.
“Mrs. Farrell,” Mei said, “this is Ms. Hart, the zoo’s—”
“We’ve met,” said Ginger. “Although I didn’t realize you were a
teacher, Kristy.”
“I heard you left Jefferson High, Mrs. Farrell. What are you doing
now?” Mei asked.
“I’m working as a writer for Animal Advocate magazine. How
about you?”
“Graduate work in zoology. I’m interning at the zoo. I’ve been—”
“Don’t forget those reports, Mei,” Ginger interrupted again. “I
need them by ten tomorrow.” She turned toward me and asked,
“What brings you here today?”
“Research in the zoo’s library. But right now, I thought I’d stop in
your office. I need to schedule an interview with the ornithology
curator.”
“Our curator of ornithology is McKenzie’s widow. I can’t imagine
she’d be up to an interview.”
Being every bit the diplomat, I refrained from mentioning that I
saw Amanda Devereux at the zoo the day after the discovery of her
husband’s body. Instead, I countered with, “There must be someone
else in ornithology I can talk to.”
“I suppose I could arrange something. I’ll have my staff work on
it and contact you.”
Ginger took off down the hall, vanishing into her office.
“I’d love to catch up on what you’ve been doing,” I said to Mei.
“I’m free now. How about we go to the cafeteria? If I remember,
you love your coffee.”
It was such a hot and humid day, animal smells lingered in the air.
As Mei and I strolled down the main path, my nose told me the
elephants were near.
Mei pointed to the approaching exhibit—an African savannah with
grassy plains, scattered trees, and a watering hole. One elephant
calf, submerged in the pool, squirted water at two adult elephants.
“I wish he would spray me,” I joked, wiping the perspiration off
my forehead. My blouse clung to my body.
“Isn’t this exhibit super? Saul Mandel worked with the architects
to ensure it duplicated the elephant habitat. And he did a fantastic
job on the new rain forest, too.”
“Mandel designed the rain forest? The newspapers credited
McKenzie with that.”
Mei frowned. “That’s wrong. McKenzie only cared about attracting
media attention and worming donations out of rich people. He
hadn’t a clue about designing habitats.”
Climbing up the cafeteria steps, she added, “Trust me. If it
weren’t for Mandel, the Rocky Cove Zoo rain forest wouldn’t exist.”
The air-conditioned cafeteria buzzed with conversation. As Mei
and I maneuvered our way through the crowded building, I spied
Linda Sancho alone at a table. The wildlife nutritionist held a cup in
one hand while pecking at a laptop keyboard with the other. She
nodded as we went by.
“Do you know Linda?” Mei asked.
“We were introduced this week.”
“Linda works harder than anyone I know.” Mei handed me a tray.
“McKenzie planned to eliminate her position. He spent a fortune
renovating the administration building, but he said the zoo couldn’t
afford the luxury of a wildlife nutritionist.”
After grabbing a chocolate doughnut, I scooted my tray along to
the coffee urn. “I hope Linda’s job remains in the budget,” I said,
filling my cup to the brim.
“With McKenzie gone, I think it will. It’s always hard to lose a job,
but it’s especially rough in this case.” Mei grabbed a bottle of diet
iced tea from the refrigerated compartment. “There aren’t many jobs
for a wildlife nutritionist. Linda said there were no openings in the
New York or New Jersey area. If she lost her job here, she would
need to move off Long Island.”
“And she didn’t want to do that?”
“Her husband is a lawyer with a big firm, Webster, Mayer, and
Hammond. He’s up for a partnership and refuses to relocate. Linda
loves her job. She’s not about to abandon her career.”
“So, what would she have done?”
“A commuter marriage to start with. That’s if she could get a job
in another state. But she received tremendous pressure from her
husband, who thought the idea was absurd, although he couldn’t
come up with a better plan.”
Mei rooted around in her wallet as we reached the cash register.
“I got it,” I said and paid the cashier.
“Thanks.” Mei grabbed a straw before we headed toward the
dining area. “It gets worse. Linda’s mom lives nearby and has
cancer. She goes for chemotherapy. If Linda moved, her mom would
be alone during the week. How’s that for a guilt trip?”
I nodded, realizing that with McKenzie dead, Linda might no
longer have to make this tough choice.
“By any chance, do you know if Linda has access to the rain
forest?” I asked.
“She sure does. She’s in there all the time, researching edible rain
forest plants.”
“Do you know who else has a key?”
“The three curators, of course.” Mei furrowed her brow and didn’t
speak for a few seconds. “I’m sorry, but I can’t think of anyone else
right now.”
We located a vacant table in the back of the cafeteria. “I loved
your journalism class,” Mei said as we sat down opposite each other.
“Remember how you made us keep daily diaries?”
I laughed. “Yes. And I remember how most of the class didn’t
want any part of it.”
“No one wanted to bother, including me.” Mei raised her voice to
be heard above the chatter and giggling of three teenage girls sitting
at an adjacent table. “But it turned out to be one of the most useful
things I did. I keep a daily diary now, and I write all my thoughts in
it. Seems strange to write long hand in this computer age, but I find
it helps me focus.”
“Good.” I beamed, always pleased when something I did made a
lasting impression on a student. “But enough about the past. What
are your responsibilities here?”
“I rotate a few weeks in each department, assisting curators with
research projects. I began with Saul Mandel and mammals, followed
by Amanda Devereux and birds. I started this week with Tim Vanikos
and reptiles.”
“Tim’s my brother.”
“Really? I didn’t know that.” Mei frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Mei smiled but it quickly faded. She looked down and
opened her iced tea.
I wondered why her expression had changed so quickly. Thinking
back to my teaching days, I knew I wouldn’t get more of an
explanation, at least not now. Mei would talk when she was ready.
“How’s McKenzie’s widow holding up?” I asked, changing the
subject. Since Mei knew all three curators, I figured she’d be a good
source of information.
“Amanda Devereux? I guess okay. She never shows emotion so
she’s hard to figure out.”
“Don’t the police view the spouse as a murder suspect?” I sipped
my coffee.
“Not in this case. Her alibi is airtight. She was too drunk that
night.”
“Drunk?” I put down my cup.
“That’s what I heard. McKenzie must have really upset her.” Mei
glanced over her shoulders, then leaned forward, lowering her voice.
“On the day of the murder, Amanda called a staff meeting after
work. By the time everyone arrived, she reeked of alcohol, couldn’t
control her balance, and was slurring her words.”
Mei paused to sip her iced tea through a straw. “Luckily, her two
bird keepers, Jill and Jeremy, carpool to work. They convinced
Amanda to postpone the meeting. Jill took Amanda’s Mercedes and
drove her home while Jeremy followed in his car. The housekeeper
was off that night, so Jill settled Amanda into bed.”
“Does Amanda live far from here?”
“The Village of Stone Mount. That’s about an hour west. Jill and
Jeremy left Amanda’s house around eight-thirty. The murder
occurred no later than ten so it’s unlikely Amanda sobered up in time
to drive back to the zoo and murder her husband.”
“What if she wasn’t drunk? What if she faked it?”
“I guess it’s possible. But she’d need to fool her entire staff. That’s
difficult.”
“You’re sure of this?”
“First, I heard the story from Frank Taggart. He’s in charge of the
bird nursery and incubators. He takes great pleasure in telling
everyone.”
I remembered Frank from my last visit to the zoo. He’d been deep
in conversation with Amanda Devereux. “He’s the zookeeper with the
body piercings and snake and spider tattoos, right?”
Mei nodded. “If Frank was the only source, I might not believe it.
But Jill told me the same story when I ate lunch with her the other
day. She’s worried about her boss.”
Suddenly, Mei’s eyes widened. She stopped talking and stared
straight ahead. I couldn’t see what she saw, but it was obvious that
she didn’t want our conversation overheard.
I turned around but didn’t recognize anyone.
“Jill is afraid Amanda has a drinking problem,” Mei continued.
“There’ve been other signs. I wonder what McKenzie did?”
“That’s the second time you blamed McKenzie. Why?”
“When I first started at the zoo, Amanda was the perfect model of
poise and good manners, but lately . . . you wouldn’t believe what
happened only a week before McKenzie’s murder.”
I sipped more coffee. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Amanda stayed home from work, claiming she had a stomach
virus. Rumor was she had a hangover. Anyway, later that day, she
felt better and asked me to stop by her house that evening to review
reports. Amanda and I had just finished analyzing the health reports
on the hawks when her husband came home. He apologized for
being late, claimed he had an emergency meeting with the Chairman
of the Board of Trustees.”
“Didn’t Amanda believe him?”
“No. Because the chairman called the house an hour before,
looking for him.”
“Caught.” I grinned.
“Amanda confronted McKenzie. He tried changing the subject, but
Amanda hung on like a pitbull. She accused him of being with Ginger
Hart. They argued right in front of me.”
“That put you in an awkward spot.”
“Tell me about it. The fight got real ugly. McKenzie finally
admitted to meeting with Ginger but claimed it was only to tell her
she wasn’t getting the promotion he’d promised.”
“What promotion?” I bit into my doughnut.
“Vice President for Public Relations and Development, a new
position the zoo director created just for Ginger. But Amanda had
found out about it. Since this wasn’t a simple hiring or firing but
involved creation of a new job, it needed the approval of the Board
of Trustees. Amanda lobbied her friends on the board to turn it
down, and they rejected it at their monthly meeting that morning.
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vibrate while it is being pronounced, whereas in t the vocal cords are
silent. D is “voiced” or “sonant,” t “unvoiced” or “surd.” Hence the
formulation: Latin, surd stop; German, sonant stop; English, fricative.
This triple equivalence can be substantiated in other words. For
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place of their appearance in the three languages has shifted.
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languages is when English has the sonant stop, d. By exclusion it
might be predicted that Latin should then show the fricative th and
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tochter. Latin in this case fails us, the original corresponding stem
having gone out of use and been replaced by the word filia. But
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and German, provides the th as expected: thygater. Compare death,
tod, thanatos.
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them:
Between the equator and latitude ten north, in the belt known as
the Sudan, there is much greater speech diversity than elsewhere in
Africa. The languages of the Sudan fall into several families, perhaps
into a fairly large number. Opinion conflicts or is unsettled as to their
classification. They are, at least in the main, non-Hamitic and non-
Bantu; but this negative fact does not preclude their having had
either a single or a dozen origins. It has usually been easier to throw
them all into a vague group designated as non-Hamitic and non-
Bantu than to compare them in detail.
In Oceania conditions are similar to those of Africa, in that there
are a few great, widely branching stocks and one rather small area,
New Guinea, of astounding speech diversity. Indeed, superficially
this variety is the outstanding linguistic feature of New Guinea. The
hundreds of Papuan dialects of the island look as if they might
require twenty or more families to accommodate them. However, it is
inconceivable that so small a population should time and again have
evolved totally new forms of speech. It is much more likely that
something in the mode of life or habits of mind of the Papuans has
favored the breaking up of their speech into local dialects and an
unusually rapid modification of these into markedly differentiated
languages. What the circumstances were that favored this tendency
to segregation and change can be only conjectured. At any rate,
New Guinea ranks with the Sudan, western North America, and the
Amazonian region of South America, as one of the areas of greatest
linguistic multiplicity.
All the remainder of Oceania is either Australian or Malayo-
Polynesian in speech. The Australian idioms have been imperfectly
recorded. They were numerous and locally much varied, but seem to
derive from a single mother tongue.
All the East Indies, including part of the Malay Peninsula, and all of
the island world of the Pacific—Polynesia, Micronesia, and
Melanesia—always excepting interior New Guinea—are the habitat
of the closely-knit Malayo-Polynesian family, whose unity was quickly
recognized by philologists. From Madagascar to Easter Island this
speech stretches more than half-way around our planet. Some
authorities believe that the Mon-Khmer languages of southern Indo-
China and the Kolarian or Munda-Kol tongues of India are related in
origin to Malayo-Polynesian, and denominate the larger whole, the
Austronesian family.
Fig. 14. Some important linguistic families of North America: 1, Eskimo; 2,
Athabascan; 3, Algonkin; 4, Iroquoian; 5, Siouan; 6, Muskogean; 7, Uto-
Aztecan; 8, Mayan. SA1, Arawak, No. 1 on South American map (Fig. 15).
SA8, Chibcha, No. 8 on South American map. The white areas are occupied
by nearly seventy smaller families, according to the classification usually
accepted.
North and South America, according to the usual reckoning,
contain more native language families than all the remainder of the
world. The orthodox classification allots about seventy-five families
to North America (some fifty of them represented within the borders
of the United States) and another seventy-five to South America.
They varied greatly in size at the time of discovery, some being
confined to a few hundred souls, whereas others stretched through
tribe after tribe over enormous areas. Their distribution is so irregular
and their areas so disproportionate as to be impossible of vivid
representation except on a large-scale map in colors. The most
important in extent of territory, number of speakers, or the cultural
importance of the nations adhering to them, are, in North America,
Eskimo, Athabascan, Algonkin, Iroquoian, Muskogean, Siouan, Uto-
Aztecan, Maya; and in South America, Chibcha, Quechua, Aymara,
Araucanian, Arawak, Carib, Tupi, Tapuya. It will be seen on the maps
(Figs. 14, 15) that these sixteen groups held the greater part of the
area of the double continent, the remaining smaller areas being
crowded with about ten times as many stocks. Obviously, as in New
Guinea, there cannot well have been such an original multiplicity; in
fact, recent studies are tending to consolidate the hundred and fifty
New World families into considerably fewer groups. But the evidence
for such reductions is necessarily difficult to bring and much of it is
still incomplete. The stocks mentioned above have been long
determined and generally accepted.
About a third of humanity to-day speaks some form of Indo-
European. A quarter talks some dialect of Sinitic stock. Semitic,
Dravidian, Ural-Altaic, Japanese, Malayo-Polynesian, Bantu have
each from about fifty to a hundred million speakers. The languages
included in these eight families form the speech of approximately
ninety per cent of living human beings.
Fig. 15. Some important linguistic families of South America: 1, Arawak; 2, Carib;
3, Tapuya; 4, Tupi; 5, Araucanian; 6, Aymara; 7, Quechua (Inca); 8, Chibcha.
The white areas are occupied by about seventy smaller families, according to
the usually accepted classification. (Based on Chamberlain.)