the innocence of father brown-第7章

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time　he　was　wandering　in　the　mysterious　garden　again　in　the　colours　of　the　morning　the　tragic　futility　of　his　ordinary　mien　had　fallen　from　him；　he　was　a　man　with　many　reasons　for　happiness。　　Lord　Galloway　was　a　gentleman；　and　had　offered　him　an　apology。　　Lady　Margaret　was　something　better　than　a　lady；　a　woman　at　least；　and　had　perhaps　given　him　something　better　than　an　apology；　as　they　drifted　among　the　old　flowerbeds　before　breakfast。　　The　whole　company　was　more　lighthearted　and　humane；　for　though　the　riddle　of　the　death　remained；　the　load　of　suspicion　was　lifted　off　them　all；　and　sent　flying　off　to　Paris　with　the　strange　millionairea　man　they　hardly　knew。　　The　devil　was　cast　out　of　the　househe　had　cast　himself　out。　　　　　Still；　the　riddle　remained；　and　when　O'Brien　threw　himself　on　a　garden　seat　beside　Dr。　Simon；　that　keenly　scientific　person　at　once　resumed　it。　　He　did　not　get　much　talk　out　of　O'Brien；　whose　thoughts　were　on　pleasanter　things。　　　　　〃I　can't　say　it　interests　me　much；〃　said　the　Irishman　frankly；　〃especially　as　it　seems　pretty　plain　now。　　Apparently　Brayne　hated　this　stranger　for　some　reason；　lured　him　into　the　garden；　and　killed　him　with　my　sword。　　Then　he　fled　to　the　city；　tossing　the　sword　away　as　he　went。　　By　the　way；　Ivan　tells　me　the　dead　man　had　a　Yankee　dollar　in　his　pocket。　　So　he　was　a　countryman　of　Brayne's；　and　that　seems　to　clinch　it。　　I　don't　see　any　difficulties　about　the　business。〃　　　　　〃There　are　five　colossal　difficulties；〃　said　the　doctor　quietly；　〃like　high　walls　within　walls。　　Don't　mistake　me。　　I　don't　doubt　that　Brayne　did　it；　his　flight；　I　fancy；　proves　that。　But　as　to　how　he　did　it。　　First　difficulty：　Why　should　a　man　kill　another　man　with　a　great　hulking　sabre；　when　he　can　almost　kill　him　with　a　pocket　knife　and　put　it　back　in　his　pocket？　　Second　difficulty：　Why　was　there　no　noise　or　outcry？　　Does　a　man　commonly　see　another　come　up　waving　a　scimitar　and　offer　no　remarks？　　Third　difficulty：　A　servant　watched　the　front　door　all　the　evening；　and　a　rat　cannot　get　into　Valentin's　garden　anywhere。　　How　did　the　dead　man　get　into　the　garden？　　Fourth　difficulty：　Given　the　same　conditions；　how　did　Brayne　get　out　of　the　garden？〃　　　　　〃And　the　fifth；〃　said　Neil；　with　eyes　fixed　on　the　English　priest　who　was　coming　slowly　up　the　path。　　　　　〃Is　a　trifle；　I　suppose；〃　said　the　doctor；　〃but　I　think　an　odd　one。　　When　I　first　saw　how　the　head　had　been　slashed；　I　supposed　the　assassin　had　struck　more　than　once。　　But　on　examination　I　found　many　cuts　across　the　truncated　section；　in　other　words；　they　were　struck　after　the　head　was　off。　　Did　Brayne　hate　his　foe　so　fiendishly　that　he　stood　sabring　his　body　in　the　moonlight？〃　　　　　〃Horrible！〃　said　O'Brien；　and　shuddered。　　　　　The　little　priest；　Brown；　had　arrived　while　they　were　talking；　and　had　waited；　with　characteristic　shyness；　till　they　had　finished。　　Then　he　said　awkwardly：　　　　　〃I　say；　I'm　sorry　to　interrupt。　　But　I　was　sent　to　tell　you　the　news！〃　　　　　〃News？〃　repeated　Simon；　and　stared　at　him　rather　painfully　through　his　glasses。　　　　　〃Yes；　I'm　sorry；〃　said　Father　Brown　mildly。　　〃There's　been　another　murder；　you　know。〃　　　　　Both　men　on　the　seat　sprang　up；　leaving　it　rocking。　　　　　〃And；　what's　stranger　still；〃　continued　the　priest；　with　his　dull　eye　on　the　rhododendrons；　〃it's　the　same　disgusting　sort；　it's　another　beheading。　　They　found　the　second　head　actually　bleeding　into　the　river；　a　few　yards　along　Brayne's　road　to　Paris；　so　they　suppose　that　he〃　　　　　〃Great　Heaven！〃　cried　O'Brien。　　〃Is　Brayne　a　monomaniac？〃　　　　　〃There　are　American　vendettas；〃　said　the　priest　impassively。　Then　he　added：　〃They　want　you　to　come　to　the　library　and　see　it。〃　　　　　Commandant　O'Brien　followed　the　others　towards　the　inquest；　feeling　decidedly　sick。　　As　a　soldier；　he　loathed　all　this　secretive　carnage；　where　were　these　extravagant　amputations　going　to　stop？　　First　one　head　was　hacked　off；　and　then　another；　in　this　case　（he　told　himself　bitterly）　it　was　not　true　that　two　heads　were　better　than　one。　　As　he　crossed　the　study　he　almost　staggered　at　a　shocking　coincidence。　　Upon　Valentin's　table　lay　the　coloured　picture　of　yet　a　third　bleeding　head；　and　it　was　the　head　of　Valentin　himself。　　A　second　glance　showed　him　it　was　only　a　Nationalist　paper；　called　The　Guillotine；　which　every　week　showed　one　of　its　political　opponents　with　rolling　eyes　and　writhing　features　just　after　execution；　for　Valentin　was　an　anti…clerical　of　some　note。　　But　O'Brien　was　an　Irishman；　with　a　kind　of　chastity　even　in　his　sins；　and　his　gorge　rose　against　that　great　brutality　of　the　intellect　which　belongs　only　to　France。　　He　felt　Paris　as　a　whole；　from　the　grotesques　on　the　Gothic　churches　to　the　gross　caricatures　in　the　newspapers。　　He　remembered　the　gigantic　jests　of　the　Revolution。　　He　saw　the　whole　city　as　one　ugly　energy；　from　the　sanguinary　sketch　lying　on　Valentin's　table　up　to　where；　above　a　mountain　and　forest　of　gargoyles；　the　great　devil　grins　on　Notre　Dame。　　　　　The　library　was　long；　low；　and　dark；　what　light　entered　it　shot　from　under　low　blinds　and　had　still　some　of　the　ruddy　tinge　of　morning。　　Valentin　and　his　servant　Ivan　were　waiting　for　them　at　the　upper　end　of　a　long；　slightly…sloping　desk；　on　which　lay　the　mortal　remains；　looking　enormous　in　the　twilight。　　The　big　black　figure　and　yellow　face　of　the　man　found　in　the　garden　confronted　them　essentially　unchanged。　　The　second　head；　which　had　been　fished　from　among　the　river　reeds　that　morning；　lay　streaming　and　dripping　beside　it；　Valentin's　men　were　still　seeking　to　recover　the　rest　of　this　second　corpse；　which　was　supposed　to　be　afloat。　Father　Brown；　who　did　not　seem　to　share　O'Brien's　sensibilities　in　the　least；　went　up　to　the　second　head　and　examined　it　with　his　blinking　care。　　It　was　little　more　than　a　mop　of　wet　white　hair；　fringed　with　silver　fire　in　the　red　and　level　morning　light；　the　face；　which　seemed　of　an　ugly；　empurpled　and　perhaps　criminal　type；　had　been　much　battered　against　trees　or　stones　as　it　tossed　in　the　water。　　　　　〃Good　morning；　Commandant　O'Brien；〃　said　Valentin；　with　quiet　cordiality。　　〃You　have　heard　of　Brayne's　last　experiment　in　butchery；　I　suppose？〃　　　　　Father　Brown　was　still　bending　over　the　head　with　white　hair；　and　he　said；　without　looking　up：　　　　　〃I　suppose　it　is　quite　certain　that　Brayne　cut　off　this　head；　too。〃　　　　　〃Well；　it　seems　common　sense；〃　said　Valentin；　with　his　hands　in　his　pockets。　　〃Killed　in　the　same　way　as　the　other。　　Found　within　a　few　yards　of　the　other。　　And　sliced　by　the　same　weapon　which　we　know　he　carried　away。〃　　　　　〃Yes；　yes；　I　know；〃　replied　Father　Brown　submissively。　　〃Yet；　you　know；　I　doubt　whether　Brayne　could　have　cut　off　this　head。〃　　　　　〃Why　not？〃　inquired　Dr。　Simon；　with　a　rational　stare。　　　　　〃Well；　doctor；〃　said　the　priest；　looking　up　blinking；　〃can　a　man　cut　off　his　own　head？　　I　don't　know。〃　　　　　O'Brien　felt　an　insane　universe　crashing　about　his　ears；　but　the　doctor　sprang　forward　with　impetuous　practicality　and　pushed　back　the　wet　white　hair。　　　　　〃Oh；　there's　no　doubt　it's　Brayne；〃　said　the　priest　quietly。　〃He　had　exactly　that　chip　in　the　left　ear。〃　　　　　The　detective；　who　had　been　regarding　the　priest　with　steady　and　glittering　eyes；　opened　his　clenched　mouth　and　said　sharply：　〃You　seem　to　know　a　lot　about　him；　Father　Brown。〃　　　　　〃I　do；〃　said　the　little　man　simply。　　〃I've　been　about　with　him　for　some　weeks。　　He　was　thinking　of　joining　our　church。〃　　　　　The　star　of　the　fanatic　sprang　into　Valentin's　eyes；　he　strode　towards　the　priest　with　clenched　hands。　　〃And；　perhaps；〃　he　cried；　with　a　blasting　sneer；　〃perhaps　he　was　also　thinking　of　leaving　all　his　money　to　your　church。〃　　　　　〃Perhaps　he　was；〃　said　Brown　stolidly；　〃it　is　possible。〃　　　　　〃In　that　case；〃　cried　Valentin；　with　a　dreadful　smile；　〃you　may　indeed　know　a　great　deal　about　him。　　About　his　life　and　about　his〃　　　　　Commandant　O'Brien　laid　a　hand　on　Valentin's　arm。　　〃Drop　that　slanderous　rubbish；　Valentin；〃　he　said；　〃or　there　may　be　more　swords　yet。〃　　　　　But　Valentin　（under　the　steady；　humble　gaze　of　the　priest）　had　already　recovered　himself。　　〃Well；〃　he　said　shortly；　〃people's　private　opinions　can　wait。　　You　gentlemen　are　still　bound　by　your　promise　to　stay；　you　must　enforce　it　on　yourselvesand　on　each　other。　　Ivan　here　will　tell　you　anything　more　you　want　to　know；　I　must　get　to　business　and　write　to　the　authorities。　　We　can't　keep　this　quiet　any　longer。　　I　shall　be　writing　in　my　study　if　there　is　any　more　news。〃　　　　　〃Is　there　any　more　news；　Ivan？〃　asked　Dr。　Simon；　as　the　chief　of　police　strode　out　of　the　room。　　　　　〃Only　one　more　thing；　I　think；　sir；〃　said　Ivan；　wrinkling　up　his　grey　old　face；　〃but　that's　important；　too；　in　its　way。　There's　that　old　buffer　you　found　on　the　lawn；〃　and　he　pointed　without　pretence　of　reverence　at　the　big　black　body　with　the　yellow　head。　　〃We've　found　out　who　he　is；　anyhow。〃　　　　　〃Indeed！〃　cried　the　astonished　doctor；　〃and　who　is　he？〃　　　　　〃His　name　was　Arnold　Becker；〃　said　the　under…detective；　〃though　he　went　by　many　aliases。　　He　was　a　wandering　sort　of　scamp；　and　is　known　to　have　been　in　America；　so　that　was　where　Brayne　got　his　knife　into　him。　　We　didn't　have　much　to　do　with　him　ourselves；　for　he　worked　mostly　in　Germany。　　We've　communicated；　of　course；　with　the　German　police。　　But；　oddly　enough；　there　was　a　twin　brother　of　his；　named　Louis　Becker；　whom　we　had　a　great　deal　to　do　with。　　In　fact；　we　found　it　necessary　to　guillotine　him　only　yesterday。　　Well；　it's　a　rum　thing；　gentlemen；　but　when　I　saw　that　fellow　flat　on　the　lawn　I　had　the　greatest　jump　of　my　life。　　If　I　hadn't　seen　Louis　Becker　guillotined　with　my　own　eyes；　I'd　have　sworn　it　was　Louis　Becker　lying　there　in　the　grass。　　Then；　of　course；　I　remembered　his　twin　brother　in　Germany；　and　following　up　the　clue〃　　　　　The　explanatory　Ivan　stopped；　for　the　excellent　reason　that　nobody　was　listening　to　him。　　The　Commandant　and　the　doctor　were　both　staring　at　Father　Brown；　who　had　sprung　stiffly　to　his　feet；　and　was　holding　his　temples　tight　like　a　man　in　sudden　and　violent　pain。　　　　　〃Stop；　stop；　stop！〃　he　cried；　〃stop　talking　a　minute；　for　I　see　half。　　Will　God　give　me　strength？　　Will　my　brain　make　the　one　jump　and　see　all？　　Heaven　help　me！　　I　used　to　be　fairly　good　at　thinking。　　I　could　paraphrase　any　page　in　Aquinas　once。　　Will　my　head　splitor　will　it　see？　　I　see　halfI　only　see　half。〃　　　　　He　buried　his　head　in　his　hands；　and　stood　in　a　sort　of　rigid　torture　of　thought　or　prayer；　while　the　other　three　could　only　go　on　staring　at　this　last　prodigy　of　their　wild　twelve　hours。　　　　　When　Father　Brown's　hands　fell　they　showed　a　face　quite　fresh　and　serious；　like　a　child's。　　He　heaved　a　huge　sigh；　and　said：　〃Let　us　get　this　said　and　done　with　as　quickly　as　possible。　　Look　here；　this　will　be　the　quickest　way　to　convince　you　all　of　the　truth。〃　　He　turned　to　the　doctor。　　〃Dr。　Simon；〃　he　said；　〃you　have　a　strong　head…piece；　and　I　heard　you　this　morning　asking　the　five　hardest　questions　about　this　business。　　Well；　if　you　will　ask　them　again；　I　will　answer　them。〃　　　　　Simon's　pince…nez　dropped　from　his　nose　in　his　doubt　and　wonder；　but　he　answered　at　once。　　〃Well；　the　first　question；　you　know；　is　why　a　man　should　kill　another　with　a　clumsy　sabre　at　all　when　a　man　can　kill　with　a　bodkin？〃　　　　　〃A　man　cannot　behead　with　a　bodkin；〃　said　Brown　calmly；　〃and　for　this　murder　beheading　was　a