the wisdom of father brown-第41章
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e taller and more elegant man was still in his night…garb； with tousled black hair； and now crawling about the garden on his hands and knees； still looking for traces of the burglar； and now and again； to all appearance； striking the ground with his hand in anger at not finding him。 Seeing him thus quadrupedal in the grass； the priest raised his eyebrows rather sadly； and for the first time guessed that 〃fancies things〃 might be an euphemism。
The third item in the group of the cook and the epicure was also known to Father Brown； it was Audrey Watson； the Major's ward and housekeeper； and at this moment； to judge by her apron； tucked…up sleeves and resolute manner； much more the housekeeper than the ward。
〃It serves you right；〃 she was saying： 〃I always told you not to have that old…fashioned cruet…stand。〃
〃I prefer it；〃 said Putnam； placably。 〃I'm old…fashioned myself； and the things keep together。〃
〃And vanish together； as you see；〃 she retorted。 〃Well； if you are not going to bother about the burglar； I shouldn't bother about the lunch。 It's Sunday； and we can't send for vinegar and all that in the town； and you Indian gentlemen can't enjoy what you call a dinner without a lot of hot things。 I wish to goodness now you hadn't asked Cousin Oliver to take me to the musical service。 It isn't over till half…past twelve； and the Colonel has to leave by then。 I don't believe you men can manage alone。〃
〃Oh yes； we can； my dear；〃 said the Major； looking at her very amiably。 〃Marco has all the sauces； and we've often done ourselves well in very rough places； as you might know by now。 And it's time you had a treat； Audrey； you mustn't be a housekeeper every hour of the day； and I know you want to hear the music。〃
〃I want to go to church；〃 she said； with rather severe eyes。
She was one of those handsome women who will always be handsome； because the beauty is not in an air or a tint； but in the very structure of the head and features。 But though she was not yet middle…aged and her auburn hair was of a Titianesque fullness in form and colour； there was a look in her mouth and around her eyes which suggested that some sorrows wasted her； as winds waste at last the edges of a Greek temple。 For indeed the little domestic difficulty of which she was now speaking so decisively was rather comic than tragic。 Father Brown gathered； from the course of the conversation； that Cray； the other gourmet； had to leave before the usual lunch…time； but that Putnam； his host； not to be done out of a final feast with an old crony； had arranged for a special dejeuner to be set out and consumed in the course of the morning； while Audrey and other graver persons were at morning service。 She was going there under the escort of a relative and old friend of hers； Dr Oliver Oman； who； though a scientific man of a somewhat bitter type； was enthusiastic for music； and would go even to church to get it。 There was nothing in all this that could conceivably concern the tragedy in Miss Watson's face； and by a half conscious instinct； Father Brown turned again to the seeming lunatic grubbing about in the grass。
When he strolled across to him； the black； unbrushed head was lifted abruptly； as if in some surprise at his continued presence。 And indeed； Father Brown； for reasons best known to himself； had lingered much longer than politeness required； or even； in the ordinary sense； permitted。
〃Well！〃 cried Cray； with wild eyes。 〃I suppose you think I'm mad； like the rest？〃
〃I have considered the thesis；〃 answered the little man； composedly。 〃And I incline to think you are not。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 snapped Cray quite savagely。
〃Real madmen；〃 explained Father Brown； 〃always encourage their own morbidity。 They never strive against it。 But you are trying to find traces of the burglar； even when there aren't any。 You are struggling against it。 You want what no madman ever wants。〃
〃And what is that？〃
〃You want to be proved wrong；〃 said Brown。
During the last words Cray had sprung or staggered to his feet and was regarding the cleric with agitated eyes。 〃By hell； but that is a true word！〃 he cried。 〃They are all at me here that the fellow was only after the silveras if I shouldn't be only too pleased to think so！ She's been at me；〃 and he tossed his tousled black head towards Audrey； but the other had no need of the direction； 〃she's been at me today about how cruel I was to shoot a poor harmless house…breaker； and how I have the devil in me against poor harmless natives。 But I was a good…natured man onceas good…natured as Putnam。〃
After a pause he said： 〃Look here； I've never seen you before； but you shall judge of the whole story。 Old Putnam and I were friends in the same mess； but； owing to some accidents on the Afghan border； I got my command much sooner than most men； only we were both invalided home for a bit。 I was engaged to Audrey out there； and we all travelled back together。 But on the journey back things happened。 Curious things。 The result of them was that Putnam wants it broken off； and even Audrey keeps it hanging on and I know what they mean。 I know what they think I am。 So do you。
〃Well； these are the facts。 The last day we were in an Indian city I asked Putnam if I could get some Trichinopoli cigars； he directed me to a little place opposite his lodgings。 I have since found he was quite right； but ‘opposite' is a dangerous word when one decent house stands opposite five or six squalid ones； and I must have mistaken the door。 It opened with difficulty； and then only on darkness； but as I turned back； the door behind me sank back and settled into its place with a noise as of innumerable bolts。 There was nothing to do but to walk forward； which I did through passage after passage； pitch…dark。 Then I came to a flight of steps； and then to a blind door； secured by a latch of elaborate Eastern ironwork； which I could only trace by touch； but which I loosened at last。 I came out again upon gloom； which was half turned into a greenish twilight by a multitude of small but steady lamps below。 They showed merely the feet or fringes of some huge and empty architecture。 Just in front of me was something that looked like a mountain。 I confess I nearly fell on the great stone platform on which I had emerged； to realize that it was an idol。 And worst of all； an idol with its back to me。
〃It was hardly half human； I guessed； to judge by the small squat head； and still more by a thing like a tail or extra limb turned up behind and pointing； like a loathsome large finger； at some symbol graven in the centre of the vast stone back。 I had begun； in the dim light； to guess at the hieroglyphic； not without horror； when a more horrible thing happened。 A door opened silently in the temple wall behind me and a man came out； with a brown face and a black coat。 He had a carved smile on his face； of copper flesh and ivory teeth； but I think the most hateful thing about him was that he was in European dress。 I was prepared； I think； for shrouded priests or naked fakirs。 But this seemed to say that the devilry was over all the earth。 As indeed I found it to be。
〃‘If you had only seen the Monkey's Feet；' he said； smiling steadily； and without other preface； ‘we should have been very gentle you would only be tortured and die。 If you had seen the Monkey's Face； still we should be very moderate； very tolerantyou would only be tortured and live。 But as you have seen the Monkey's Tail； we must pronounce the worst sentence。 which isGo Free。'
〃When he said the words I heard the elaborate iron latch with which I had struggled； automatically unlock itself： and then； far down the dark passages I had passed； I heard the heavy street…door shifting its own bolts backwards。
〃‘It is vain to ask for mercy； you must go free；' said the smiling man。 ‘Henceforth a hair shall slay you like a sword； and a breath shall bite you like an adder； weapons shall come against you out of nowhere； and you shall die many times。' And with that he was swallowed once more in the wall behind； and I went out into the stre
