“At least you’ll be allowed to complete your paintings without sneaking into the monastery through the secret passageway!” laughed Penny. “Showing me that building map certainly paid dividends!”
“I hope they give Winkey twenty years,” said the artist. Purposely he spoke so that the hunchback could hear. “The little weasel deserves it!”
“Oh, I do, eh?” snarled Winkey. Breaking away from two policemen who were shoving him into the police car, he hurled himself upon the startled artist.
Before the vicious little man could be pulled off, he had pummeled Mr. Eckenrod severely.
“Are you hurt?” Penny asked anxiously as the artist was helped to his feet.
“No!” he snapped. “Hold this cane and let me at that treacherous jailbird!”
Officers restrained the excited man as he would have attacked Winkey. Handcuffs were snapped on the hunchback’s wrists. Just then, Penny uttered a startled cry.
“Look at Winkey’s hump!” she exclaimed. “It’s all out of shape!”
Indeed, the fellow presented a ludicrous appearance as he stood there, his large hump far over on one shoulder.
“It’s a fake!” the girl cried. “He’s not a real hunchback!”