(The Sequel)
Notwithstanding the distressing loss of the armless
auditionee, the bishop was compelled to continue
his interviews for the position of replacement Notre Dame
cathedral bellringer.
He was approached by an applicant who informed him:
'I am the was the brother of the armless wretch
who fell to his death from this very belfry.
I pray that you will honour his premature demise
by allowing me to replace him.'
The bishop agreed to grant the man an audition;
as the armless man's brother picked up a mallet
to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest,
twirled ominously, and died on the spot.
Two monks, on hearing the bishop's anguished cries,
rushed up the stairs to the belfry to be at his side:
'What has happened? Who is this unfortunate man?'
'I don't know his name,' sighed the distraught bishop,
'but he's a dead ringer for his brother.'
