the innocence of father brown-第35章
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uld hear on all sides of the house the melancholy noise of the river。 〃We have taken a wrong turning； and come to a wrong place；〃 said Father Brown； looking out of the window at the grey…green sedges and the silver flood。 〃Never mind； one can sometimes do good by being the right person in the wrong place。〃 Father Brown； though commonly a silent； was an oddly sympathetic little man； and in those few but endless hours he unconsciously sank deeper into the secrets of Reed House than his professional friend。 He had that knack of friendly silence which is so essential to gossip； and saying scarcely a word； he probably obtained from his new acquaintances all that in any case they would have told。 The butler indeed was naturally uncommunicative。 He betrayed a sullen and almost animal affection for his master； who； he said； had been very badly treated。 The chief offender seemed to be his highness's brother； whose name alone would lengthen the old man's lantern jaws and pucker his parrot nose into a sneer。 Captain Stephen was a ne'er…do…weel； apparently； and had drained his benevolent brother of hundreds and thousands； forced him to fly from fashionable life and live quietly in this retreat。 That was all Paul； the butler； would say； and Paul was obviously a partisan。 The Italian housekeeper was somewhat more communicative； being； as Brown fancied； somewhat less content。 Her tone about her master was faintly acid； though not without a certain awe。 Flambeau and his friend were standing in the room of the looking…glasses examining the red sketch of the two boys； when the housekeeper swept in swiftly on some domestic errand。 It was a peculiarity of this glittering； glass…panelled place that anyone entering was reflected in four or five mirrors at once； and Father Brown； without turning round； stopped in the middle of a sentence of family criticism。 But Flambeau； who had his face close up to the picture； was already saying in a loud voice； 〃The brothers Saradine； I suppose。 They both look innocent enough。 It would be hard to say which is the good brother and which the bad。〃 Then； realising the lady's presence； he turned the conversation with some triviality； and strolled out into the garden。 But Father Brown still gazed steadily at the red crayon sketch； and Mrs。 Anthony still gazed steadily at Father Brown。 She had large and tragic brown eyes； and her olive face glowed darkly with a curious and painful wonderas of one doubtful of a stranger's identity or purpose。 Whether the little priest's coat and creed touched some southern memories of confession； or whether she fancied he knew more than he did； she said to him in a low voice as to a fellow plotter； 〃He is right enough in one way； your friend。 He says it would be hard to pick out the good and bad brothers。 Oh； it would be hard； it would be mighty hard； to pick out the good one。〃 〃I don't understand you；〃 said Father Brown； and began to move away。 The woman took a step nearer to him； with thunderous brows and a sort of savage stoop； like a bull lowering his horns。 〃There isn't a good one；〃 she hissed。 〃There was badness enough in the captain taking all that money； but I don't think there was much goodness in the prince giving it。 The captain's not the only one with something against him。〃 A light dawned on the cleric's averted face； and his mouth formed silently the word 〃blackmail。〃 Even as he did so the woman turned an abrupt white face over her shoulder and almost fell。 The door had opened soundlessly and the pale Paul stood like a ghost in the doorway。 By the weird trick of the reflecting walls； it seemed as if five Pauls had entered by five doors simultaneously。 〃His Highness；〃 he said； 〃has just arrived。〃 In the same flash the figure of a man had passed outside the first window； crossing the sunlit pane like a lighted stage。 An instant later he passed at the second window and the many mirrors repainted in successive frames the same eagle profile and marching figure。 He was erect and alert； but his hair was white and his complexion of an odd ivory yellow。 He had that short； curved Roman nose which generally goes with long； lean cheeks and chin； but these were partly masked by moustache and imperial。 The moustache was much darker than the beard； giving an effect slightly theatrical； and he was dressed up to the same dashing part； having a white top hat； an orchid in his coat； a yellow waistcoat and yellow gloves which he flapped and swung as he walked。 When he came round to the front door they heard the stiff Paul open it； and heard the new arrival say cheerfully； 〃Well； you see I have come。〃 The stiff Mr。 Paul bowed and answered in his inaudible manner； for a few minutes their conversation could not be heard。 Then the butler said； 〃Everything is at your disposal〃； and the glove…flapping Prince Saradine came gaily into the room to greet them。 They beheld once more that spectral scenefive princes entering a room with five doors。 The prince put the white hat and yellow gloves on the table and offered his hand quite cordially。 〃Delighted to see you here； Mr。 Flambeau；〃 he said。 〃Knowing you very well by reputation； if that's not an indiscreet remark。〃 〃Not at all；〃 answered Flambeau； laughing。 〃I am not sensitive。 Very few reputations are gained by unsullied virtue。〃 The prince flashed a sharp look at him to see if the retort had any personal point； then he laughed also and offered chairs to everyone； including himself。 〃Pleasant little place； this； I think；〃 he said with a detached air。 〃Not much to do； I fear； but the fishing is really good。〃 The priest； who was staring at him with the grave stare of a baby； was haunted by some fancy that escaped definition。 He looked at the grey； carefully curled hair； yellow white visage； and slim； somewhat foppish figure。 These were not unnatural； though perhaps a shade prononce； like the outfit of a figure behind the footlights。 The nameless interest lay in something else； in the very framework of the face； Brown was tormented with a half memory of having seen it somewhere before。 The man looked like some old friend of his dressed up。 Then he suddenly remembered the mirrors； and put his fancy down to some psychological effect of that multiplication of human masks。 Prince Saradine distributed his social attentions between his guests with great gaiety and tact。 Finding the detective of a sporting turn and eager to employ his holiday； he guided Flambeau and Flambeau's boat down to the best fishing spot in the stream； and was back in his own canoe in twenty minutes to join Father Brown in the library and plunge equally politely into the priest's more philosophic pleasures。 He seemed to know a great deal both about the fishing and the books； though of these not the most edifying； he spoke five or six languages； though chiefly the slang of each。 He had evidently lived in varied cities and very motley societies； for some of his cheerfullest stories were about gambling hells and opium dens； Australian bushrangers or Italian brigands。 Father Brown knew that the once…celebrated Saradine had spent his last few years in almost ceaseless travel； but he had not guessed that the travels were so disreputable or so amusing。 Indeed； with all his dignity of a man of the world； Prince Saradine radiated to such sensitive observers as the priest； a certain atmosphere of the restless and even the unreliable。 His face was fastidious； but his eye was wild； he had little nervous tricks； like a man shaken by drink or drugs； and he neither had； nor professed to have； his hand on the helm of household affairs。 All these were left to the two old servants； especially to the butler； who was plainly the central pillar of the house。 Mr。 Paul； indeed； was not so much a butler as a sort of steward or； even； chamberlain； he dined privately； but with almost as much pomp as his master； he was feared by all the servants； and he consulted with the prince decorously； but somewhat unbendingly rather as if he were the prince's solicitor。 The sombre housekeeper was a mere shadow in comparison； indeed； she seemed to efface herself and wait only on the butler； and Brown heard no more of
