the innocence of father brown-第29章
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For a moment he stood with the heavy sneer on his face。 But in an instant Colonel Bohun had recovered his own cruel good humour and laughed； showing two dog…like front teeth under his yellow moustache。 〃In that case； my dear Wilfred；〃 he said quite carelessly； 〃it was wise for the last of the Bohuns to come out partially in armour。〃 And he took off the queer round hat covered with green； showing that it was lined within with steel。 Wilfred recognised it indeed as a light Japanese or Chinese helmet torn down from a trophy that hung in the old family hall。 〃It was the first hat to hand；〃 explained his brother airily； 〃always the nearest hatand the nearest woman。〃 〃The blacksmith is away at Greenford；〃 said Wilfred quietly； 〃the time of his return is unsettled。〃 And with that he turned and went into the church with bowed head； crossing himself like one who wishes to be quit of an unclean spirit。 He was anxious to forget such grossness in the cool twilight of his tall Gothic cloisters； but on that morning it was fated that his still round of religious exercises should be everywhere arrested by small shocks。 As he entered the church； hitherto always empty at that hour； a kneeling figure rose hastily to its feet and came towards the full daylight of the doorway。 When the curate saw it he stood still with surprise。 For the early worshipper was none other than the village idiot； a nephew of the blacksmith； one who neither would nor could care for the church or for anything else。 He was always called 〃Mad Joe；〃 and seemed to have no other name； he was a dark； strong； slouching lad； with a heavy white face； dark straight hair； and a mouth always open。 As he passed the priest； his moon…calf countenance gave no hint of what he had been doing or thinking of。 He had never been known to pray before。 What sort of prayers was he saying now？ Extraordinary prayers surely。 Wilfred Bohun stood rooted to the spot long enough to see the idiot go out into the sunshine； and even to see his dissolute brother hail him with a sort of avuncular jocularity。 The last thing he saw was the colonel throwing pennies at the open mouth of Joe； with the serious appearance of trying to hit it。 This ugly sunlit picture of the stupidity and cruelty of the earth sent the ascetic finally to his prayers for purification and new thoughts。 He went up to a pew in the gallery； which brought him under a coloured window which he loved and always quieted his spirit； a blue window with an angel carrying lilies。 There he began to think less about the half…wit； with his livid face and mouth like a fish。 He began to think less of his evil brother； pacing like a lean lion in his horrible hunger。 He sank deeper and deeper into those cold and sweet colours of silver blossoms and sapphire sky。 In this place half an hour afterwards he was found by Gibbs； the village cobbler； who had been sent for him in some haste。 He got to his feet with promptitude； for he knew that no small matter would have brought Gibbs into such a place at all。 The cobbler was； as in many villages； an atheist； and his appearance in church was a shade more extraordinary than Mad Joe's。 It was a morning of theological enigmas。 〃What is it？〃 asked Wilfred Bohun rather stiffly； but putting out a trembling hand for his hat。 The atheist spoke in a tone that； coming from him； was quite startlingly respectful； and even； as it were； huskily sympathetic。 〃You must excuse me； sir；〃 he said in a hoarse whisper； 〃but we didn't think it right not to let you know at once。 I'm afraid a rather dreadful thing has happened； sir。 I'm afraid your brother〃 Wilfred clenched his frail hands。 〃What devilry has he done now？〃 he cried in voluntary passion。 〃Why； sir；〃 said the cobbler； coughing； 〃I'm afraid he's done nothing； and won't do anything。 I'm afraid he's done for。 You had really better come down； sir。〃 The curate followed the cobbler down a short winding stair which brought them out at an entrance rather higher than the street。 Bohun saw the tragedy in one glance； flat underneath him like a plan。 In the yard of the smithy were standing five or six men mostly in black； one in an inspector's uniform。 They included the doctor； the Presbyterian minister； and the priest from the Roman Catholic chapel； to which the blacksmith's wife belonged。 The latter was speaking to her； indeed； very rapidly； in an undertone； as she； a magnificent woman with red…gold hair； was sobbing blindly on a bench。 Between these two groups； and just clear of the main heap of hammers； lay a man in evening dress； spread…eagled and flat on his face。 From the height above Wilfred could have sworn to every item of his costume and appearance； down to the Bohun rings upon his fingers； but the skull was only a hideous splash； like a star of blackness and blood。 Wilfred Bohun gave but one glance； and ran down the steps into the yard。 The doctor； who was the family physician； saluted him； but he scarcely took any notice。 He could only stammer out： 〃My brother is dead。 What does it mean？ What is this horrible mystery？〃 There was an unhappy silence； and then the cobbler； the most outspoken man present； answered： 〃Plenty of horror； sir；〃 he said； 〃but not much mystery。〃 〃What do you mean？〃 asked Wilfred； with a white face。 〃It's plain enough；〃 answered Gibbs。 〃There is only one man for forty miles round that could have struck such a blow as that； and he's the man that had most reason to。〃 〃We must not prejudge anything；〃 put in the doctor； a tall； black…bearded man； rather nervously； 〃but it is competent for me to corroborate what Mr。 Gibbs says about the nature of the blow； sir； it is an incredible blow。 Mr。 Gibbs says that only one man in this district could have done it。 I should have said myself that nobody could have done it。〃 A shudder of superstition went through the slight figure of the curate。 〃I can hardly understand；〃 he said。 〃Mr。 Bohun；〃 said the doctor in a low voice； 〃metaphors literally fail me。 It is inadequate to say that the skull was smashed to bits like an eggshell。 Fragments of bone were driven into the body and the ground like bullets into a mud wall。 It was the hand of a giant。〃 He was silent a moment； looking grimly through his glasses； then he added： 〃The thing has one advantagethat it clears most people of suspicion at one stroke。 If you or I or any normally made man in the country were accused of this crime； we should be acquitted as an infant would be acquitted of stealing the Nelson column。〃 〃That's what I say；〃 repeated the cobbler obstinately； 〃there's only one man that could have done it； and he's the man that would have done it。 Where's Simeon Barnes； the blacksmith？〃 〃He's over at Greenford；〃 faltered the curate。 〃More likely over in France；〃 muttered the cobbler。 〃No； he is in neither of those places；〃 said a small and colourless voice； which came from the little Roman priest who had joined the group。 〃As a matter of fact； he is coming up the road at this moment。〃 The little priest was not an interesting man to look at； having stubbly brown hair and a round and stolid face。 But if he had been as splendid as Apollo no one would have looked at him at that moment。 Everyone turned round and peered at the pathway which wound across the plain below； along which was indeed walking； at his own huge stride and with a hammer on his shoulder； Simeon the smith。 He was a bony and gigantic man； with deep； dark； sinister eyes and a dark chin beard。 He was walking and talking quietly with two other men； and though he was never specially cheerful； he seemed quite at his ease。 〃My God！〃 cried the atheistic cobbler； 〃and there's the hammer he did it with。〃 〃No；〃 said the inspector； a sensible…looking man with a sandy moustache； speaking for the first time。 〃There's the hammer he did it with over there by the church wall。 We have left it and the body exactly as they are。〃 All glanced round and the short priest went across and looked down in silence at the tool where it lay。 It was one of the smallest and the lightest of the hammers； and would not have caught the eye among the rest； but on the iron edge of it were blood and yellow hair。 After a silence the short priest spoke without looking up； and there was a new note in his dull voice。 〃Mr。 Gibbs was hardly right；〃 he said； 〃in saying that there is no mystery。 There is at least the mystery of why so big a man should attempt so big a blow with so little a hammer。〃 〃Oh； never mind that；〃 cried Gibbs； in a fever。 〃What are we to do with Simeon Barnes？〃 〃Leave him alone；〃 said the priest quietly。 〃He is coming here of himself。 I know those two men with him。 They are very good fellows from Greenford； and they have come over about the Presbyterian chapel。〃 Even as he spoke the tall smith swung round the corner of the church； and strode into his own yard。 Then he stood there quite still； and the hammer fell from his hand。 The inspector； who had preserved impenetrable propriety； immediately went up to him。 〃I won't ask you； Mr。 Barnes；〃 he said； 〃whether you know anything about what has happened here。 You are not bound to say。 I hope you don't know； and that you will be able to prove it。 But I must go through the form of arresting you in the King's name for the murder of Colonel Norman Bohun。〃 〃You are not bound to say anything；〃 said the cobbler in officious excitement。 〃They've got to prove everything。 They haven't proved yet that it is Colonel Bohun； with the head all smashed up like that。〃 〃That won't wash；〃 said the doctor aside to the priest。 〃That's out of the detective stories。 I was the colonel's medical man； and I knew his body better than he did。 He had very fine hands； but quite peculiar ones。 The second and third fingers were the same length。 Oh； that's the colonel right enough。〃 As he glanced at the brained corpse upon the ground the iron eyes of the motionless blacksmith followed them and rested there also。 〃Is Colonel Bohun dead？〃 said the smith quite calmly。 〃Then he's damned。〃 〃Don't say anything！ Oh； don't say anything；〃 cried the atheist cobbler； dancing about in an ecstasy of admiration of the English legal system。 For no man is such a legalist as the good Secularist。 The blacksmith turned on him over his shoulder the august face of a fanatic。 〃It's well for you infidels to dodge like foxes because the world's law favours you；〃 he said； 〃but God guards His own in His pocket； as you shall see this day。〃 Then he pointed to the colonel and said： 〃When did this dog die in his sins？〃 〃Moderate your language；〃 said the doctor。 〃Moderate the Bible's language； and I'll moderate mine。 When did he die？〃 〃I saw him alive at six o'clock this morning；〃 stammered Wilfred Bohun。 〃God is good；〃 said the smith。 〃Mr。 Inspector； I have not the slightest objection to being arrested。 It is you who may object to arresting me。 I don't mind leaving the court without a stain on my character。 You do mind perhaps leaving the court with a bad set…back in your career。〃 The solid inspector for the first time looked at the blacksmith with a lively eye； as did everybody else； except the s
