the innocence of father brown-第18章
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nificant figure standing in the door。 He was dusty…looking and in a frayed coat； evidently a common messenger。 〃Any of you gentlemen Mr。 Blount？〃 he asked； and held forward a letter doubtfully。 Mr。 Blount started； and stopped in his shout of assent。 Ripping up the envelope with evident astonishment he read it； his face clouded a little； and then cleared； and he turned to his brother…in…law and host。 〃I'm sick at being such a nuisance； colonel；〃 he said； with the cheery colonial conventions； 〃but would it upset you if an old acquaintance called on me here tonight on business？ In point of fact it's Florian； that famous French acrobat and comic actor； I knew him years ago out West （he was a French…Canadian by birth）； and he seems to have business for me； though I hardly guess what。〃 〃Of course； of course；〃 replied the colonel carelessly〃My dear chap； any friend of yours。 No doubt he will prove an acquisition。〃 〃He'll black his face； if that's what you mean；〃 cried Blount； laughing。 〃I don't doubt he'd black everyone else's eyes。 I don't care； I'm not refined。 I like the jolly old pantomime where a man sits on his top hat。〃 〃Not on mine； please；〃 said Sir Leopold Fischer； with dignity。 〃Well； well；〃 observed Crook； airily； 〃don't let's quarrel。 There are lower jokes than sitting on a top hat。〃 Dislike of the red…tied youth； born of his predatory opinions and evident intimacy with the pretty godchild； led Fischer to say； in his most sarcastic； magisterial manner： 〃No doubt you have found something much lower than sitting on a top hat。 What is it； pray？〃 〃Letting a top hat sit on you； for instance；〃 said the Socialist。 〃Now； now； now；〃 cried the Canadian farmer with his barbarian benevolence； 〃don't let's spoil a jolly evening。 What I say is； let's do something for the company tonight。 Not blacking faces or sitting on hats； if you don't like thosebut something of the sort。 Why couldn't we have a proper old English pantomime clown； columbine； and so on。 I saw one when I left England at twelve years old； and it's blazed in my brain like a bonfire ever since。 I came back to the old country only last year； and I find the thing's extinct。 Nothing but a lot of snivelling fairy plays。 I want a hot poker and a policeman made into sausages； and they give me princesses moralising by moonlight； Blue Birds； or something。 Blue Beard's more in my line； and him I like best when he turned into the pantaloon。〃 〃I'm all for making a policeman into sausages；〃 said John Crook。 〃It's a better definition of Socialism than some recently given。 But surely the get…up would be too big a business。〃 〃Not a scrap；〃 cried Blount； quite carried away。 〃A harlequinade's the quickest thing we can do； for two reasons。 First； one can gag to any degree； and； second； all the objects are household thingstables and towel…horses and washing baskets； and things like that。〃 〃That's true；〃 admitted Crook； nodding eagerly and walking about。 〃But I'm afraid I can't have my policeman's uniform？ Haven't killed a policeman lately。〃 Blount frowned thoughtfully a space； and then smote his thigh。 〃Yes； we can！〃 he cried。 〃I've got Florian's address here； and he knows every costumier in London。 I'll phone him to bring a police dress when he comes。〃 And he went bounding away to the telephone。 〃Oh； it's glorious； godfather；〃 cried Ruby； almost dancing。 〃I'll be columbine and you shall be pantaloon。〃 The millionaire held himself stiff with a sort of heathen solemnity。 〃I think； my dear；〃 he said； 〃you must get someone else for pantaloon。〃 〃I will be pantaloon； if you like；〃 said Colonel Adams； taking his cigar out of his mouth； and speaking for the first and last time。 〃You ought to have a statue；〃 cried the Canadian； as he came back； radiant； from the telephone。 〃There； we are all fitted。 Mr。 Crook shall be clown； he's a journalist and knows all the oldest jokes。 I can be harlequin； that only wants long legs and jumping about。 My friend Florian 'phones he's bringing the police costume； he's changing on the way。 We can act it in this very hall； the audience sitting on those broad stairs opposite； one row above another。 These front doors can be the back scene； either open or shut。 Shut； you see an English interior。 Open； a moonlit garden。 It all goes by magic。〃 And snatching a chance piece of billiard chalk from his pocket； he ran it across the hall floor； half…way between the front door and the staircase； to mark the line of the footlights。 How even such a banquet of bosh was got ready in the time remained a riddle。 But they went at it with that mixture of recklessness and industry that lives when youth is in a house； and youth was in that house that night； though not all may have isolated the two faces and hearts from which it flamed。 As always happens； the invention grew wilder and wilder through the very tameness of the bourgeois conventions from which it had to create。 The columbine looked charming in an outstanding skirt that strangely resembled the large lamp…shade in the drawing…room。 The clown and pantaloon made themselves white with flour from the cook； and red with rouge from some other domestic； who remained （like all true Christian benefactors） anonymous。 The harlequin； already clad in silver paper out of cigar boxes； was； with difficulty； prevented from smashing the old Victorian lustre chandeliers； that he might cover himself with resplendent crystals。 In fact he would certainly have done so； had not Ruby unearthed some old pantomime paste jewels she had worn at a fancy dress party as the Queen of Diamonds。 Indeed； her uncle； James Blount； was getting almost out of hand in his excitement； he was like a schoolboy。 He put a paper donkey's head unexpectedly on Father Brown； who bore it patiently； and even found some private manner of moving his ears。 He even essayed to put the paper donkey's tail to the coat…tails of Sir Leopold Fischer。 This； however； was frowned down。 〃Uncle is too absurd；〃 cried Ruby to Crook； round whose shoulders she had seriously placed a string of sausages。 〃Why is he so wild？〃 〃He is harlequin to your columbine；〃 said Crook。 〃I am only the clown who makes the old jokes。〃 〃I wish you were the harlequin；〃 she said； and left the string of sausages swinging。 Father Brown； though he knew every detail done behind the scenes； and had even evoked applause by his transformation of a pillow into a pantomime baby； went round to the front and sat among the audience with all the solemn expectation of a child at his first matinee。 The spectators were few； relations； one or two local friends； and the servants； Sir Leopold sat in the front seat； his full and still fur…collared figure largely obscuring the view of the little cleric behind him； but it has never been settled by artistic authorities whether the cleric lost much。 The pantomime was utterly chaotic； yet not contemptible； there ran through it a rage of improvisation which came chiefly from Crook the clown。 Commonly he was a clever man； and he was inspired tonight with a wild omniscience； a folly wiser than the world； that which comes to a young man who has seen for an instant a particular expression on a particular face。 He was supposed to be the clown； but he was really almost everything else； the author （so far as there was an author）； the prompter； the scene…painter； the scene…shifter； and； above all； the orchestra。 At abrupt intervals in the outrageous performance he would hurl himself in full costume at the piano and bang out some popular music equally absurd and appropriate。 The climax of this； as of all else； was the moment when the two front doors at the back of the scene flew open； showing the lovely moonlit garden； but showing more prominently the famous professional guest； the great Florian； dressed up as a policeman。 The clown at the piano played the constabulary chorus in the 〃Pirates of Penzance；〃 but it was drowned in the deafening applause； for every gesture of the great comic actor was an admirable though restrained version of the carriage and manner of the police。 The harlequin leapt upon him and hit him over the helmet； the pianist playing 〃Where did you get that
