the wisdom of father brown-第35节

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　crowded　and　the　whole　ring　roaring；　when　the　favourite　was　coming　in　firstor　wasn't。　　The　twisting　of　a　neck…cloth；　the　thrusting　of　a　body　behind　a　door　could　be　done　in　an　instant　so　long　as　it　was　that　instant。　　It　was　the　same；　of　course；〃　he　continued　turning　to　Flambeau；　〃with　that　poor　fellow　under　the　bandstand。　　He　was　dropped　through　the　hole　（it　wasn't　an　accidental　hole）　just　at　some　very　dramatic　moment　of　the　entertainment；　when　the　bow　of　some　great　violinist　or　the　voice　of　some　great　singer　opened　or　came　to　its　climax。　　And　here；　of　course；　when　the　knock…out　blow　cameit　would　not　be　the　only　one。　　That　is　the　little　trick　Nigger　Ned　has　adopted　from　his　old　God　of　Gongs。〃

　　　　　〃By　the　way；　Malvoli〃　Pooley　began。

　　　　　〃Malvoli；〃　said　the　priest；　〃has　nothing　to　do　with　it。　　I　dare　say　he　has　some　Italians　with　him；　but　our　amiable　friends　are　not　Italians。　　They　are　octoroons　and　African　half…bloods　of　various　shades；　but　I　fear　we　English　think　all　foreigners　are　much　the　same　so　long　as　they　are　dark　and　dirty。　　Also；〃　he　added；　with　a　smile；　〃I　fear　the　English　decline　to　draw　any　fine　distinction　between　the　moral　character　produced　by　my　religion　and　that　which　blooms　out　of　Voodoo。〃

　　　　　The　blaze　of　the　spring　season　had　burst　upon　Seawood；　littering　its　foreshore　with　famines　and　bathing…machines；　with　nomadic　preachers　and　nigger　minstrels；　before　the　two　friends　saw　it　again；　and　long　before　the　storm　of　pursuit　after　the　strange　secret　society　had　died　away。　　Almost　on　every　hand　the　secret　of　their　purpose　perished　with　them。　　The　man　of　the　hotel　was　found　drifting　dead　on　the　sea　like　so　much　seaweed；　his　right　eye　was　closed　in　peace；　but　his　left　eye　was　wide　open；　and　glistened　like　glass　in　the　moon。　　Nigger　Ned　had　been　overtaken　a　mile　or　two　away；　and　murdered　three　policemen　with　his　closed　left　hand。　　The　remaining　officer　was　surprisednay；　painedand　the　negro　got　away。　　But　this　was　enough　to　set　all　the　English　papers　in　a　flame；　and　for　a　month　or　two　the　main　purpose　of　the　British　Empire　was　to　prevent　the　buck　nigger　（who　was　so　in　both　senses）　escaping　by　any　English　port。　　Persons　of　a　figure　remotely　reconcilable　with　his　were　subjected　to　quite　extraordinary　inquisitions；　made　to　scrub　their　faces　before　going　on　board　ship；　as　if　each　white　complexion　were　made　up　like　a　mask；　of　greasepaint。　　Every　negro　in　England　was　put　under　special　regulations　and　made　to　report　himself；　the　outgoing　ships　would　no　more　have　taken　a　nigger　than　a　basilisk。　　For　people　had　found　out　how　fearful　and　vast　and　silent　was　the　force　of　the　savage　secret　society；　and　by　the　time　Flambeau　and　Father　Brown　were　leaning　on　the　parade　parapet　in　April；　the　Black　Man　meant　in　England　almost　what　he　once　meant　in　Scotland。

　　　　　〃He　must　be　still　in　England；〃　observed　Flambeau；　〃and　horridly　well　hidden；　too。　　They　must　have　found　him　at　the　ports　if　he　had　only　whitened　his　face。〃

　　　　　〃You　see；　he　is　really　a　clever　man；〃　said　Father　Brown　apologetically。　　〃And　I'm　sure　he　wouldn't　whiten　his　face。〃

　　　　　〃Well；　but　what　would　he　do？〃

　　　　　〃I　think；〃　said　Father　Brown；　〃he　would　blacken　his　face。〃

　　　　　Flambeau；　leaning　motionless　on　the　parapet；　laughed　and　said：　　〃My　dear　fellow！〃

　　　　　Father　Brown；　also　leaning　motionless　on　the　parapet；　moved　one　finger　for　an　instant　into　the　direction　of　the　soot…masked　niggers　singing　on　the　sands。




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　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　The　Salad　of　Colonel　Cray


FATHER　BROWN　was　walking　home　from　Mass　on　a　white　weird　morning　when　the　mists　were　slowly　liftingone　of　those　mornings　when　the　very　element　of　light　appears　as　something　mysterious　and　new。　　The　scattered　trees　outlined　themselves　more　and　more　out　of　the　vapour；　as　if　they　were　first　drawn　in　grey　chalk　and　then　in　charcoal。　　At　yet　more　distant　intervals　appeared　the　houses　upon　the　broken　fringe　of　the　suburb；　their　outlines　became　clearer　and　clearer　until　he　recognized　many　in　which　he　had　chance　acquaintances；　and　many　more　the　names　of　whose　owners　he　knew。　　But　all　the　windows　and　doors　were　sealed；　none　of　the　people　were　of　the　sort　that　would　be　up　at　such　a　time；　or　still　less　on　such　an　errand。　　But　as　he　passed　under　the　shadow　of　one　handsome　villa　with　verandas　and　wide　ornate　gardens；　he　heard　a　noise　that　made　him　almost　involuntarily　stop。　　It　was　the　unmistakable　noise　of　a　pistol　or　carbine　or　some　light　firearm　discharged；　but　it　was　not　this　that　puzzled　him　most。　　The　first　full　noise　was　immediately　followed　by　a　series　of　fainter　noises　as　he　counted　them；　about　six。　　He　supposed　it　must　be　the　echo；　but　the　odd　thing　was　that　the　echo　was　not　in　the　least　like　the　original　sound。　　It　was　not　like　anything　else　that　he　could　think　of；　the　three　things　nearest　to　it　seemed　to　be　the　noise　made　by　siphons　of　soda…water；　one　of　the　many　noises　made　by　an　animal；　and　the　noise　made　by　a　person　attempting　to　conceal　laughter。　　None　of　which　seemed　to　make　much　sense。

　　　　　Father　Brown　was　made　of　two　men。　　There　was　a　man　of　action；　who　was　as　modest　as　a　primrose　and　as　punctual　as　a　clock；　who　went　his　small　round　of　duties　and　never　dreamed　of　altering　it。　　There　was　also　a　man　of　reflection；　who　was　much　simpler　but　much　stronger；　who　could　not　easily　be　stopped；　whose　thought　was　always　（in　the　only　intelligent　sense　of　the　words）　free　thought。　　He　could　not　help；　even　unconsciously；　asking　himself　all　the　questions　that　there　were　to　be　asked；　and　answering　as　many　of　them　as　he　could；　all　that　went　on　like　his　breathing　or　circulation。　　But　he　never　consciously　carried　his　actions　outside　the　sphere　of　his　own　duty；　and　in　this　case　the　two　attitudes　were　aptly　tested。　　He　was　just　about　to　resume　his　trudge　in　the　twilight；　telling　himself　it　was　no　affair　of　his；　but　instinctively　twisting　and　untwisting　twenty　theories　about　what　the　odd　noises　might　mean。　　Then　the　grey　sky…line　brightened　into　silver；　and　in　the　broadening　light　he　realized　that　he　had　been　to　the　house　which　belonged　to　an　Anglo…Indian　Major　named　Putnam；　and　that　the　Major　had　a　native　cook　from　Malta　who　was　of　his　communion。　　He　also　began　to　remember　that　pistol…shots　are　sometimes　serious　things；　accompanied　with　consequences　with　which　he　was　legitimately　concerned。　　He　turned　back　and　went　in　at　the　garden　gate；　making　for　the　front　door。

　　　　　Half…way　down　one　side　of　the　house　stood　out　a　projection　like　a　very　low　shed；　it　was；　as　he　afterwards　discovered；　a　large　dustbin。　　Round　the　corner　of　this　came　a　figure；　at　first　a　mere　shadow　in　the　haze；　apparently　bending　and　peering　about。　　Then；　coming　nearer；　it　solidified　into　a　figure　that　was；　indeed；　rather　unusually　solid。　　Major　Putnam　was　a　bald…headed；　bull…necked　man；　short　and　very　broad；　with　one　of　those　rather　apoplectic　faces　that　are　produced　by　a　prolonged　attempt　to　combine　the　oriental　climate　with　the　occidental　luxuries。　　But　the　face　was　a　good…humoured　one；　and　even　now；　though　evidently　puzzled　and　inquisitive；　wore　a　kind　of　innocent　grin。　　He　had　a　large　palm…leaf　hat　on　the　back　of　his　head　（suggesting　a　halo　that　was　by　no　means　appropriate　to　the　face）；　but　otherwise　he　was　clad　only　in　a　very　vivid　suit　of　striped　scarlet　and　yellow　pyjamas；　which；　though　glowing　enough　to　behold；　must　have　been；　on　a　fresh　morning；　pretty　chilly　to　wear。　　He　had　evidently　come　out　of　his　house　in　a　hurry；　and　the　priest　was　not　surprised　when　he　called　out　without　further　ceremony：　　〃Did　you　hear　that　noise？〃

　　　　　〃Yes；〃　answered　Father　Brown；　〃I　thought　I　had　better　look　in；　in　case　anything　was　the　matter。〃

　　　　　The　Major　looked　at　him　rather　queerly　with　his　good…humoured　gooseberry　eyes。　　〃What　do　you　think　the　noise　was？〃　he　asked。

　　　　　〃It　sounded　like　a　gun　or　something；〃　replied　the　other；　with　some　hesitation；　〃but　it　seemed　to　have　a　singular　sort　of　echo。〃

　　　　　The　Major　was　still　looking　at　him　quietly；　but　with　protruding　eyes；　when　the　front　door　was　flung　open；　releasing　a　flood　of　gaslight　on　the　face　of　the　fading　mist；　and　another　figure　in　pyjamas　sprang　or　tumbled　out　into　the　garden。　　The　figure　was　much　longer；　leaner；　and　more　athletic；　the　pyjamas；　though　equally　tropical；　were　comparatively　tasteful；　being　of　white　with　a　light　lemon…yellow　stripe。　　The　man　was　haggard；　but　handsome；　more　sunburned　than　the　other；　he　had　an　aquiline　profile　and　rather　deep…sunken　eyes；　and　a　slight　air　of　oddity　arising　from　the　combination　of　coal…black　hair　with　a　much　lighter　moustache。　　All　this　Father　Brown　absorbed　in　detail　more　at　leisure。　　For　the　moment　he　only　saw　one　thing　about　the　man；　which　was　the　revolver　in　his　hand。

　　　　　〃Cray！〃　exclaimed　the　Major；　staring　at　him；　〃did　you　fire　that　shot？〃

　　　　　〃Yes；　I　did；〃　retorted　the　black…haired　gentleman　hotly；　〃and　so　would　you　in　my　place。　　If　you　were　chased　everywhere　by　devils　and　nearly〃

　　　　　The　Major　seemed　to　intervene　rather　hurriedly。　　〃This　is　my　friend　Father　Brown；〃　he　said。　　And　then　to　Brown：　　〃I　don't　know　whether　you've　met　Colonel　Cray　of　the　Royal　Artillery。〃

　　　　　〃I　have　heard　of　him；　of　course；〃　said　the　priest　innocently。　　〃Did　youdid　you　hit　anything？〃