Well, wish for 200 pounds, then; that'll just do it.
Nothing happens. Mr. White says "Morris said the things happened so naturally, that you might if you so wished attribute it to coincidence.
I wish for 200 pounds.
He was caught in the machinery. I was to say that Maw and Meggins disclaim all responsibility. They admit no liability at all, but in consideration of your sons services they wish to present you with a certain sum of compensation.
Later the next day after Herbert goes to work.
10 days later.
No, we'll have one more Go down and get it quickly, and wish our boy alive again.
I only just thought of it, why didn't I think of it before?
I want it. You've not destroyed it?
The other two wishes. We've only had one.
The paw! The monkey's paw!
Was that not enough?
It's in the parlor, on the bracket. Why?
Think of what?
Mr. White goes down stairs and gets the paw.
Where? Where is it? What's the matter?
A while later there are nocks at the door.
I wish for my son to be alive again.
Frantically Mr. White breathed his third and last wish.
I'm coming Herbert!
The street lamp flickered shone on a queit and deserted road.