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G. K. Chesterton. The Secret of Father Brown
The Secret of Father Brown
Table of Contents
I
THE MIRROR OF THE MAGISTRATE
II
THE MAN WITH TWO BEARDS
III
THE SONG OF THE FLYING FISH
IV
THE ACTOR AND THE ALIBI
V
THE VANISHING OF VAUDREY
VI
THE WORST CRIME IN THE WORLD
VII
THE RED MOON OF MERU
VIII
THE CHIEF MOURNER OF MARNE
THE SECRET OF FLAMBEAU
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G. K. Chesterton
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Mr. Osric Orm, the poet, was not a model of self-expression when it came to the answering of questions. There, in that corner of the old garden, as the grey twilight before dawn began to creep over the heavy hedges and the broken bridge, and afterwards in a succession of circumstances and stages of legal inquiry that grew more and more ominous, he refused to say anything except that he had intended to call on Sir Humphrey Gwynne, but had not done so because he could not get anyone to answer the bell. When it was pointed out that the door was practically open, he snorted. When it was hinted that the hour was somewhat late, he snarled. The little that he said was obscure, either because he really knew hardly any English, or because he knew better than to know any. His opinions seemed to be of a nihilistic and destructive sort, as was indeed the tendency of his poetry for those who could follow it; and it seemed possible that his business with the judge, and perhaps his quarrel with the judge, had been something in the anarchist line. Gwynne was known to have had something of a mania about Bolshevist spies, as he had about German spies. Anyhow, one coincidence, only a few moments after his capture, confirmed Bagshaw in the impression that the case must be taken seriously. As they went out of the front gate into the street, they so happened to encounter yet another neighbour, Buller, the cigar merchant from next door, conspicuous by his brown, shrewd face and the unique orchid in his buttonhole; for he had a name in that branch of horticulture. Rather to the surprise of the rest, he hailed his neighbour, the poet, in a matter-of-fact manner, almost as if he had expected to see him.
"Hallo, here we are again," he said. "Had a long talk with old Gwynne, I suppose?"
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