... the following day ...

.. despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, The bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.

The first man to approach him said, "Your excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday.

"I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty."

The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.

Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side. "What has happened? Who is this man?" the first monk asked breathlessly.

"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, "but...

. . . . Wait for it . . .





. . . It's worth it. . .





.... He's a dead ringer for his brother."

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... and there's more.

The police came and looked at the two bodies.

We have an arrest warrant for the first one - he used to be a pickpocket - using his feet.

I am most surprised. Was he dangerous?

No mostly 'Armless' (said in a cute French accent)