“There, that’s off,” Quigley said, sagging back in his chair.
Penny saw that the station agent was in no condition to carry on his work.
“You’re in bad shape,” she said anxiously. “Let me bandage that smashed hand.”
“It’s nothing. I’ll be okay.”
“I’ll find something to tie it up with,” Penny insisted.
In search of bandage material, she crossed the room to a wall closet. As she reached for the door handle, Quigley turned swiftly in his chair.
“No, not there!” he exclaimed.
Penny already had opened the door. Her gaze fastened upon a white roll of cloth on the top shelf. She reached for it and it came fluttering down into her hands—a loose garment fashioned somewhat like a cape with tiny slits cut for eyes. In an instant she knew what it was. Slowly she turned to face Joe Quigley.
“So it was you!” she whispered accusingly. “The Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow!”