the innocence of father brown-第15章
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ain Barillon was the great gentleman…apache before your time； he died in a madhouse； screaming with fear of the 〃narks〃 and receivers that had betrayed him and hunted him down。 I know the woods look very free behind you； Flambeau； I know that in a flash you could melt into them like a monkey。 But some day you will be an old grey monkey； Flambeau。 You will sit up in your free forest cold at heart and close to death； and the tree…tops will be very bare。〃 Everything continued still； as if the small man below held the other in the tree in some long invisible leash； and he went on： 〃Your downward steps have begun。 You used to boast of doing nothing mean； but you are doing something mean tonight。 You are leaving suspicion on an honest boy with a good deal against him already； you are separating him from the woman he loves and who loves him。 But you will do meaner things than that before you die。〃 Three flashing diamonds fell from the tree to the turf。 The small man stooped to pick them up； and when he looked up again the green cage of the tree was emptied of its silver bird。 The restoration of the gems （accidentally picked up by Father Brown； of all people） ended the evening in uproarious triumph； and Sir Leopold； in his height of good humour； even told the priest that though he himself had broader views； he could respect those whose creed required them to be cloistered and ignorant of this world。
The Invisible Man
In the cool blue twilight of two steep streets in Camden Town； the shop at the corner； a confectioner's； glowed like the butt of a cigar。 One should rather say； perhaps； like the butt of a firework； for the light was of many colours and some complexity； broken up by many mirrors and dancing on many gilt and gaily…coloured cakes and sweetmeats。 Against this one fiery glass were glued the noses of many gutter…snipes； for the chocolates were all wrapped in those red and gold and green metallic colours which are almost better than chocolate itself； and the huge white wedding…cake in the window was somehow at once remote and satisfying； just as if the whole North Pole were good to eat。 Such rainbow provocations could naturally collect the youth of the neighbourhood up to the ages of ten or twelve。 But this corner was also attractive to youth at a later stage； and a young man； not less than twenty…four； was staring into the same shop window。 To him； also； the shop was of fiery charm； but this attraction was not wholly to be explained by chocolates； which； however； he was far from despising。 He was a tall； burly； red…haired young man； with a resolute face but a listless manner。 He carried under his arm a flat； grey portfolio of black…and…white sketches； which he had sold with more or less success to publishers ever since his uncle （who was an admiral） had disinherited him for Socialism； because of a lecture which he had delivered against that economic theory。 His name was John Turnbull Angus。 Entering at last； he walked through the confectioner's shop to the back room； which was a sort of pastry…cook restaurant； merely raising his hat to the young lady who was serving there。 She was a dark； elegant； alert girl in black； with a high colour and very quick； dark eyes； and after the ordinary interval she followed him into the inner room to take his order。 His order was evidently a usual one。 〃I want； please；〃 he said with precision； 〃one halfpenny bun and a small cup of black coffee。〃 An instant before the girl could turn away he added； 〃Also； I want you to marry me。〃 The young lady of the shop stiffened suddenly and said； 〃Those are jokes I don't allow。〃 The red…haired young man lifted grey eyes of an unexpected gravity。 〃Really and truly；〃 he said； 〃it's as seriousas serious as the halfpenny bun。 It is expensive； like the bun； one pays for it。 It is indigestible； like the bun。 It hurts。〃 The dark young lady had never taken her dark eyes off him； but seemed to be studying him with almost tragic exactitude。 At the end of her scrutiny she had something like the shadow of a smile； and she sat down in a chair。 〃Don't you think；〃 observed Angus； absently； 〃that it's rather cruel to eat these halfpenny buns？ They might grow up into penny buns。 I shall give up these brutal sports when we are married。〃 The dark young lady rose from her chair and walked to the window； evidently in a state of strong but not unsympathetic cogitation。 When at last she swung round again with an air of resolution she was bewildered to observe that the young man was carefully laying out on the table various objects from the shop…window。 They included a pyramid of highly coloured sweets； several plates of sandwiches； and the two decanters containing that mysterious port and sherry which are peculiar to pastry…cooks。 In the middle of this neat arrangement he had carefully let down the enormous load of white sugared cake which had been the huge ornament of the window。 〃What on earth are you doing？〃 she asked。 〃Duty； my dear Laura；〃 he began。 〃Oh； for the Lord's sake； stop a minute；〃 she cried； 〃and don't talk to me in that way。 I mean； what is all that？〃 〃A ceremonial meal； Miss Hope。〃 〃And what is that？〃 she asked impatiently； pointing to the mountain of sugar。 〃The wedding…cake； Mrs。 Angus；〃 he said。 The girl marched to that article； removed it with some clatter； and put it back in the shop window； she then returned； and； putting her elegant elbows on the table； regarded the young man not unfavourably but with considerable exasperation。 〃You don't give me any time to think；〃 she said。 〃I'm not such a fool；〃 he answered； 〃that's my Christian humility。〃 She was still looking at him； but she had grown considerably graver behind the smile。 〃Mr。 Angus；〃 she said steadily； 〃before there is a minute more of this nonsense I must tell you something about myself as shortly as I can。'〃 〃Delighted；〃 replied Angus gravely。 〃You might tell me something about myself； too； while you are about it。〃 〃Oh； do hold your tongue and listen；〃 she said。 〃It's nothing that I'm ashamed of； and it isn't even anything that I'm specially sorry about。 But what would you say if there were something that is no business of mine and yet is my nightmare？〃 〃In that case；〃 said the man seriously； 〃I should suggest that you bring back the cake。〃 〃Well； you must listen to the story first；〃 said Laura； persistently。 〃To begin with； I must tell you that my father owned the inn called the ‘Red Fish' at Ludbury； and I used to serve people in the bar。〃 〃I have often wondered；〃 he said； 〃why there was a kind of a Christian air about this one confectioner's shop。〃 〃Ludbury is a sleepy； grassy little hole in the Eastern Counties； and the only kind of people who ever came to the ‘Red Fish' were occasional commercial travellers； and for the rest； the most awful people you can see； only you've never seen them。 I mean little； loungy men； who had just enough to live on and had nothing to do but lean about in bar…rooms and bet on horses； in bad clothes that were just too good for them。 Even these wretched young rotters were not very common at our house； but there were two of them that were a lot too commoncommon in every sort of way。 They both lived on money of their own； and were wearisomely idle and over…dressed。 But yet I was a bit sorry for them； because I half believe they slunk into our little empty bar because each of them had a slight deformity； the sort of thing that some yokels laugh at。 It wasn't exactly a deformity either； it was more an oddity。 One of them was a surprisingly small man； something like a dwarf； or at least like a jockey。 He was not at all jockeyish to look at； though； he had a round black head and a well…trimmed black beard； bright eyes like a bird's； he jingled money in his pockets； he jangled a great gold watch chain； and he never turned up except dressed just too much like a gentleman to be one。 He was no fool though； though a futile idler； he was curiously clever at all kinds of things that couldn't be the slightest use； a sort of impromptu conjuring； making fifteen matches set fire to each other like a regular firework； or cutting a banana or some such thing into a dancing doll。 His name was Isidore Smythe； and I can see him still； with his little dark face； just coming up to the counter； making a jumping kangaroo out of five cigars。 〃The other fellow was more silent and more ordinary； but somehow he alarmed me much more than poor little Smythe。 He was very tall and slight； and light…haired； his nose had a high bridge； and he might almost have been handsome in a spectral sort of way； but he had one of the most appalling squints I have ever seen or heard of。 When he looked straight at you； you didn't know where you were yourself； let alone what he was looking at。 I fancy this sort of disfigurement embittered the poor chap a little； for while Smythe was ready to show off his monkey tricks anywhere； James Welkin （that was the squinting man's name） never did anything except soak in our bar parlour； and go for great walks by himself in the flat； grey country all round。 All the same； I think Smythe； too； was a little sensitive about being so small； though he carried it off more smartly。 And so it was that I was really puzzled； as well as startled； and very sorry； when they both offered to marry me in the same week。 〃Well； I did what I've since thought was perhaps a silly thing。 But； after all； these freaks were my friends in a way； and I had a horror of their thinking I refused them for the real reason； which was that they were so impossibly ugly。 So I made up some gas of another sort； about never meaning to marry anyone who hadn't carved his way in the world。 I said it was a point of principle with me not to live on money that was just inherited like theirs。 Two days after I had talked in this well…meaning sort of way； the whole trouble began。 The first thing I heard was that both of them had gone off to seek their fortunes； as if they were in some silly fairy tale。 〃Well； I've never seen either of them from that day to this。 But I've had two letters from the little man called Smythe； and really they were rather exciting。〃 〃Ever heard of the other man？〃 asked Angus。 〃No； he never wrote；〃 said the girl； after an instant's hesitation。 〃Smythe's first letter was simply to say that he had started out walking with Welkin to London； but Welkin was such a good walker that the little man dropped out of it； and took a rest by the roadside。 He happened to be picked up by some travelling show； and； partly because he was nearly a dwarf； and partly because he was really a clever little wretch； he got on quite well in the show business； and was soon sent up to the Aquarium； to do some tricks that I forget。 That was his first letter。 His second was much more of a startler； and I only got it last week。〃 The man called Angus emptied his coffee…cup and regarded her with mild and patient eyes。 Her own mouth took a slight twist of laughter as she resumed； 〃I suppose you've seen on the hoardings all about this ‘Smythe's Silent Service'？ Or you must be the only person that hasn't。 Oh； I don't know much
