the trees of pride-第13节
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man； with whom Doctor Brown lived for some time； that the doctor had this useful habit。 And； last；〃 he added； flattening out a corner of the rag on the table； 〃isn't it odd that it should be marked T。B。B。？〃
The American gazed at the rudely inked initials； but hardly saw them。 What he saw； as in a mirror in his darkened memory； was the black figure with the black gloves against the blood…red sunset； as he had seen it when he came out of the wood； and which had always haunted him； he knew not why。
〃Of course； I see what you mean；〃 he said； 〃and it's very painful for me； for I knew and respected the man。 But surely； also； it's very far from explaining everything。 If he is a murderer； is he a magician？ Why did the well water all evaporate in a night； and leave the dead man's bones dry as dust？ That's not a common operation in the hospitals； is it？〃
〃As to the water； we do know the explanation；〃 said the detective。 〃I didn't tumble to it at first myself； being a Cockney； but a little talk with Jake and the other fisherman about the old smuggling days put me straight about that。 But I admit the dried remains still stump us all。 All the same〃
A shadow fell across the table； and his talk was sharply cut short。 Ashe was standing under the painted sign； buttoned up grimly in black； and with the face of the hanging judge； of which the poet had spoken； plain this time in the broad sunlight。 Behind him stood two big men in plain clothes； very still； but Paynter knew instantly who they were。
〃We must move at once；〃 said I the lawyer。 〃Dr。 Burton Brown is leaving the village。〃
The tall detective sprang to his feet； and Paynter instinctively imitated him。
〃He has gone up to the Trehernes possibly to say good…by；〃 went on Ashe rapidly。 〃I'M sorry； but we must arrest him in the garden there； if necessary。 I've kept the lady out of the way； I think。 But you〃addressing the factitious landscape painter〃must go up at once and rig up that easel of yours near the table and be ready。 We will follow quietly； and come up behind the tree。 We must be careful； for it's clear he's got wind of us； or he wouldn't be doing a bolt。〃
〃I don't like this job；〃 remarked Paynter； as they mounted toward the park and garden； the detective darting on ahead。
〃Do you suppose I do？〃 asked Ashe； and； indeed； his strong； heavy face looked so lined and old that the red hair seemed unnatural； like a red wig。 〃I've known him longer than you； though perhaps I've suspected him longer as well。〃
When they topped the slope of the garden the detective had already erected his easel； though a strong breeze blowing toward the sea rattled and flapped his apparatus and blew about his fair （and false） beard in the wind。 Little clouds curled like feathers； were scudding seaward across the many…colored landscape； which the American art critic had once surveyed on a happier morning； but it is doubtful if the landscape painter paid much attention to it。 Treherne was dimly discernible in the doorway of what was now his house； he would come no nearer； for he hated such a public duty more bitterly than the rest。 The others posted themselves a little way behind the tree。 Between the lines of these masked batteries the black figure of the doctor could be seen coming across the green lawn； traveling straight； as a bullet； as he had done when he brought the bad news to the woodcutter。 To…day he was smiling； under the dark mustache that was cut short of the upper lip； though they fancied him a little pale； and he seemed to pause a moment and peer through his spectacles at the artist。
The artist turned from his easel with a natural movement； and then in a flash had captured the doctor by the coat collar。
〃I arrest you〃 he began； but Doctor Brown plucked himself free with startling promptitude； took a flying leap at the other； tore off his sham beard； tossing it into the air like one of the wild wisps of the cloud； then； with one wild kick； sent the easel flying topsy…turvy； and fled like a hare for the shore。 Even at that dazzling instant Paynter felt that this wild reception was a novelty and almost an anticlimax； but he had no time for analysis when he and the whole pack had to follow in the hunt； even Treherne bringing up the rear with a renewed curiosity and energy。
The fugitive collided with one of the policemen who ran to head him off； sending him sprawling down the slope； indeed； the fugitive seemed inspired with the strength of a wild ape。 He cleared at a bound the rampart of flowers； over which Barbara had once leaned to look at her future lover； and tumbled with blinding speed down the steep path up which that troubadour had climbed。 Racing with the rushing wind they all streamed across the garden after him； down the path； and finally on to the seashore by the fisher's cot； and the pierced crags and caverns the American had admired when he first landed。 The runaway did not； however； make for the house he had long inhabited； but rather for the pier； as if with a mind to seize the boat or to swim。 Only when he reached the other end of the small stone jetty did he turn； and show them the pale face with the spectacles； and they saw that it was still smiling。
〃I'm rather glad of this；〃 said Treherne； with a great sigh。 〃The man is mad。〃
Nevertheless； the naturalness of the doctor's voice； when he spoke； startled them as much as a shriek。
〃Gentleman；〃 he said； 〃I won't protract your painful duties by asking you what you want； but I will ask at once for a small favor； which will not prejudice those duties in any way。 I came down here rather in a hurry perhaps； but the truth is I thought I was late for an appointment。〃 He looked dispassionately at his watch。 〃I find there is still some fifteen minutes。 Will you wait with me here for that short time； after which I am quite at your service。〃
There was a bewildered silence； and then Paynter said： 〃For my part； I feel as if it would really be better to humor him。〃
〃Ashe；〃 said the doctor； with a new note of seriousness； 〃for old friendship； grant me this last little indulgence。 It will make no difference； I have no arms or means of escape； you。 can search me if you like。 I know you think you are doing right； and I also know you will do it as fairly as you can。 Well； after all； you get friends to help you； look at our friend with the beard； or the remains of the beard。 Why shouldn't I have a friend to help me？ A man will be here in a few minutes in whom I put some confidence； a great authority on these things。 Why not； if only out of curiosity； wait and hear his view of the case？〃
〃This seems all moonshine；〃 said Ashe； 〃but on the chance of any light on thingswell； from the moonI don't mind waiting a quarter of an hour。 Who is this friend； I wonder； some amateur detective； I suppose。〃
〃I thank you；〃 said the doctor； with some dignity。 〃I think you will trust him when you have talked to him a little。 And now；〃 he added with an air of amiably relaxing into lighter matters； 〃let us talk about the murder。
〃This case；〃 he said in a detached manner； 〃will be found； I suspect； to be rather unique。 There is a very clear and conclusive combination of evidence against Thomas Burton Brown； otherwise myself。 But there is one peculiarity about that evidence； which you may perhaps have noticed。 It all comes ultimately from one source； and that a rather unusual one。 Thus； the woodcutter says I had his ax； but what makes him think so？ He says I told him I had his ax； that I told him so again and again。 Once more； Mr。 Paynter here pulled up the ax out of the well； but how？ I think Mr。 Paynter will testify that I brought him the tackle for fishing it up； tackle he might never have got in any other way。 Curious； is it not？ Again； the ax is found to be wrapped in lint that was in my possession； according to the fisherman。 But who showed the lint to the fisherman？ I did。 Who marked it with large letters as mine？ I did。 Who wrapped it round the handle at all？ I did。 Rather a singular thing to do； has anyone ever explained it？〃
His words； which had been heard at first with painful coldness were beginning to hold more and more of their attention。
〃Then there is the well itself；〃 proceeded the doctor； with the same air of insane calm。 〃I suppose some of you by this time know at least the secret of that。 The secret of the well is simply that it is not a well。 It is purposely shaped at the top so as to look like one； but it is really a sort of chimney opening from the roof of one of those caves over there； a cave that runs inland just under the wood； and indeed IS connected by tunnels and secret passages with other openings miles and miles away。 It is a sort of labyrinth used by smugglers and such people for ages past。 This doubtless explains many of those disappearances we have heard of。 But to return to the well that is not a well； in case some of you still don't know about it。 When the sea rises very high at certain seasons it fills the low cave； and even rises a little way in the funnel above； making it look more like a well than ever。 The noise Mr。 Paynter heard was the natural eddy of a breaker from outside； and the whole experience depended on something so elementary as the tide。〃
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