Other persons, members of the cult, also gathered around to press claims for articles Mr. Highland had taken from them.
Under guard, the former master of the monastery and Winkey, were removed from the patrol car to be confronted with victims they had fleeced. Jay Highland arrogantly denied he had accepted or stolen any object of value.
“You have no evidence against me,” he defied the group. “True, I established a cult here, but entirely within the law. Not even the sapphire was found in my possession! These people lie if they say I took jewelry from them. They were not charged a penny, even for room and lodging.”
“You say you took nothing from them?” Penny inquired. “Look at this!”
From her pocket, she removed the charred sheet of paper rescued from the fireplace. Taking care that Highland should not get his hands on it, she gave it to one of the policemen.
“This is good evidence!” the officer declared. “These birds will talk all right after we get them to the station!”
Highland and Winkey were escorted back to the police car.
Before they could enter it, Mr. Eckenrod hobbled down the street. He walked with a cane and under his arm carried a large painting which he was bringing home from the nearby art museum where it had been on display.
“Well, what goes on here?” he demanded, pausing to stare at the prisoners. “Winkey and the great master under arrest!”
Told of the events that had led to the apprehension of the two crooks, he grinned with undisguised delight. “Excellent! Excellent!” he chortled. “I always knew these two were criminals! Once they are convicted in court, I may be able to buy this property and convert it into a real show place.”