the innocence of father brown-第43章
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art of it。 When you left your brother you were racked with no unrighteous rage； to the extent even that you snatched up a small hammer； half inclined to kill him with his foulness on his mouth。 Recoiling； you thrust it under your buttoned coat instead； and rushed into the church。 You pray wildly in many places； under the angel window； upon the platform above； and a higher platform still； from which you could see the colonel's Eastern hat like the back of a green beetle crawling about。 Then something snapped in your soul； and you let God's thunderbolt fall。〃 Wilfred put a weak hand to his head； and asked in a low voice： 〃How did you know that his hat looked like a green beetle？〃 〃Oh； that；〃 said the other with the shadow of a smile； 〃that was common sense。 But hear me further。 I say I know all this； but no one else shall know it。 The next step is for you； I shall take no more steps； I will seal this with the seal of confession。 If you ask me why； there are many reasons； and only one that concerns you。 I leave things to you because you have not yet gone very far wrong； as assassins go。 You did not help to fix the crime on the smith when it was easy； or on his wife； when that was easy。 You tried to fix it on the imbecile because you knew that he could not suffer。 That was one of the gleams that it is my business to find in assassins。 And now come down into the village； and go your own way as free as the wind； for I have said my last word。〃 They went down the winding stairs in utter silence； and came out into the sunlight by the smithy。 Wilfred Bohun carefully unlatched the wooden gate of the yard； and going up to the inspector； said： 〃I wish to give myself up； I have killed my brother。〃
The Eye of Apollo
That singular smoky sparkle； at once a confusion and a transparency； which is the strange secret of the Thames； was changing more and more from its grey to its glittering extreme as the sun climbed to the zenith over Westminster； and two men crossed Westminster Bridge。 One man was very tall and the other very short； they might even have been fantastically compared to the arrogant clock…tower of Parliament and the humbler humped shoulders of the Abbey； for the short man was in clerical dress。 The official description of the tall man was M。 Hercule Flambeau； private detective； and he was going to his new offices in a new pile of flats facing the Abbey entrance。 The official description of the short man was the Reverend J。 Brown； attached to St。 Francis Xavier's Church； Camberwell； and he was coming from a Camberwell deathbed to see the new offices of his friend。 The building was American in its sky…scraping altitude； and American also in the oiled elaboration of its machinery of telephones and lifts。 But it was barely finished and still understaffed； only three tenants had moved in； the office just above Flambeau was occupied； as also was the office just below him； the two floors above that and the three floors below were entirely bare。 But the first glance at the new tower of flats caught something much more arresting。 Save for a few relics of scaffolding； the one glaring object was erected outside the office just above Flambeau's。 It was an enormous gilt effigy of the human eye； surrounded with rays of gold； and taking up as much room as two or three of the office windows。 〃What on earth is that？〃 asked Father Brown； and stood still。 〃Oh； a new religion；〃 said Flambeau； laughing； 〃one of those new religions that forgive your sins by saying you never had any。 Rather like Christian Science； I should think。 The fact is that a fellow calling himself Kalon （I don't know what his name is； except that it can't be that） has taken the flat just above me。 I have two lady typewriters underneath me； and this enthusiastic old humbug on top。 He calls himself the New Priest of Apollo； and he worships the sun。〃 〃Let him look out；〃 said Father Brown。 〃The sun was the cruellest of all the gods。 But what does that monstrous eye mean？〃 〃As I understand it； it is a theory of theirs；〃 answered Flambeau； 〃that a man can endure anything if his mind is quite steady。 Their two great symbols are the sun and the open eye； for they say that if a man were really healthy he could stare at the sun。〃 〃If a man were really healthy；〃 said Father Brown； 〃he would not bother to stare at it。〃 〃Well； that's all I can tell you about the new religion；〃 went on Flambeau carelessly。 〃It claims； of course； that it can cure all physical diseases。〃 〃Can it cure the one spiritual disease？〃 asked Father Brown； with a serious curiosity。 〃And what is the one spiritual disease？〃 asked Flambeau； smiling。 〃Oh； thinking one is quite well；〃 said his friend。 Flambeau was more interested in the quiet little office below him than in the flamboyant temple above。 He was a lucid Southerner； incapable of conceiving himself as anything but a Catholic or an atheist； and new religions of a bright and pallid sort were not much in his line。 But humanity was always in his line； especially when it was good…looking； moreover； the ladies downstairs were characters in their way。 The office was kept by two sisters； both slight and dark； one of them tall and striking。 She had a dark； eager and aquiline profile； and was one of those women whom one always thinks of in profile； as of the clean…cut edge of some weapon。 She seemed to cleave her way through life。 She had eyes of startling brilliancy； but it was the brilliancy of steel rather than of diamonds； and her straight； slim figure was a shade too stiff for its grace。 Her younger sister was like her shortened shadow； a little greyer； paler； and more insignificant。 They both wore a business…like black； with little masculine cuffs and collars。 There are thousands of such curt； strenuous ladies in the offices of London； but the interest of these lay rather in their real than their apparent position。 For Pauline Stacey； the elder； was actually the heiress of a crest and half a county； as well as great wealth ； she had been brought up in castles and gardens； before a frigid fierceness （peculiar to the modern woman） had driven her to what she considered a harsher and a higher existence。 She had not； indeed； surrendered her money； in that there would have been a romantic or monkish abandon quite alien to her masterful utilitarianism。 She held her wealth； she would say； for use upon practical social objects。 Part of it she had put into her business； the nucleus of a model typewriting emporium； part of it was distributed in various leagues and causes for the advancement of such work among women。 How far Joan； her sister and partner； shared this slightly prosaic idealism no one could be very sure。 But she followed her leader with a dog…like affection which was somehow more attractive； with its touch of tragedy； than the hard； high spirits of the elder。 For Pauline Stacey had nothing to say to tragedy； she was understood to deny its existence。 Her rigid rapidity and cold impatience had amused Flambeau very much on the first occasion of his entering the flats。 He had lingered outside the lift in the entrance hall waiting for the lift…boy； who generally conducts strangers to the various floors。 But this bright…eyed falcon of a girl had openly refused to endure such official delay。 She said sharply that she knew all about the lift； and was not dependent on boysor men either。 Though her flat was only three floors above； she managed in the few seconds of ascent to give Flambeau a great many of her fundamental views in an off…hand manner； they were to the general effect that she was a modern working woman and loved modern working machinery。 Her bright black eyes blazed with abstract anger against those who rebuke mechanic science and ask for the return of romance。 Everyone； she said； ought to be able to manage machines； just as she could manage the lift。 She seemed almost to resent the fact of Flambeau opening the lift…door for her； and that gentleman went up to his own apartments smiling with somewhat mingled feelings at the memory of such spit…fire self…dependence。 She certainly had a temper； of a snappy； practical sort； the gestures of
