the wisdom of father brown-第45节
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the palace before he even tried to tear the strangling scarf from his neck and jaws。 He tried again and again； and it was impossible； the men who had knotted that gag knew the difference between what a man can do with his hands in front of him and what he can do with his hands behind his head。 His legs were free to leap like an antelope on the mountains； his arms were free to use any gesture or wave any signal； but he could not speak。 A dumb devil was in him。
〃He had come close to the woods that walled in the castle before he had quite realized what his wordless state meant and was meant to mean。 Once more he looked down grimly at the bright； square labyrinths of the lamp…lit city below him； and he smiled no more。 He felt himself repeating the phrases of his former mood with a murderous irony。 Far as the eye could see ran the rifles of his friends； every one of whom would shoot him dead if he could not answer the challenge。 Rifles were so near that the wood and ridge could be patrolled at regular intervals； therefore it was useless to hide in the wood till morning。 Rifles were ranked so far away that an enemy could not slink into the town by any detour； therefore it was vain to return to the city by any remote course。 A cry from him would bring his soldiers rushing up the hill。 But from him no cry would come。
〃The moon had risen in strengthening silver； and the sky showed in stripes of bright； nocturnal blue between the black stripes of the pines about the castle。 Flowers of some wide and feathery sort for he had never noticed such things beforewere at once luminous and discoloured by the moonshine； and seemed indescribably fantastic as they clustered； as if crawling about the roots of the trees。 Perhaps his reason had been suddenly unseated by the unnatural captivity he carried with him； but in that wood he felt something unfathomably Germanthe fairy tale。 He knew with half his mind that he was drawing near to the castle of an ogrehe had forgotten that he was the ogre。 He remembered asking his mother if bears lived in the old park at home。 He stooped to pick a flower； as if it were a charm against enchantment。 The stalk was stronger than he expected； and broke with a slight snap。 Carefully trying to place it in his scarf； he heard the halloo； ‘Who goes there？' Then he remembered the scarf was not in its usual place。
〃He tried to scream and was silent。 The second challenge came； and then a shot that shrieked as it came and then was stilled suddenly by impact。 Otto of Grossenmark lay very peacefully among the fairy trees； and would do no more harm either with gold or steel； only the silver pencil of the moon would pick out and trace here and there the intricate ornament of his uniform； or the old wrinkles on his brow。 May God have mercy on his soul。
〃The sentry who had fired； according to the strict orders of the garrison； naturally ran forward to find some trace of his quarry。 He was a private named Schwartz； since not unknown in his profession； and what he found was a bald man in uniform； but with his face so bandaged by a kind of mask made of his own military scarf that nothing but open； dead eyes could be seen； glittering stonily in the moonlight。 The bullet had gone through the gag into the jaw； that is why there was a shot…hole in the scarf； but only one shot。 Naturally； if not correctly； young Schwartz tore off the mysterious silken mask and cast it on the grass； and then he saw whom he had slain。
〃We cannot be certain of the next phase。 But I incline to believe that there was a fairy tale； after all； in that little wood； horrible as was its occasion。 Whether the young lady named Hedwig had any previous knowledge of the soldier she saved and eventually married； or whether she came accidentally upon the accident and their intimacy began that night； we shall probably never know。 But we can know； I fancy； that this Hedwig was a heroine； and deserved to marry a man who became something of a hero。 She did the bold and the wise thing。 She persuaded the sentry to go back to his post； in which place there was nothing to connect him with the disaster； he was but one of the most loyal and orderly of fifty such sentries within call。 She remained by the body and gave the alarm； and there was nothing to connect her with the disaster either； since she had not got； and could not have； any firearms。
〃Well；〃 said Father Brown rising cheerfully 〃I hope they're happy。〃
〃Where are you going？〃 asked his friend。
〃I'm going to have another look at that portrait of the Chamberlain； the Arnhold who betrayed his brethren；〃 answered the priest。 〃I wonder what partI wonder if a man is less a traitor when he is twice a traitor？〃
And he ruminated long before the portrait of a white…haired man with black eyebrows and a pink； painted sort of smile that seemed to contradict the black warning in his eyes。
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