And that was why my niece heard him laughing to
himself all alone in the picture gallery. You seem to have remembered everything but
the hat.
I think it had a thundering lot to do with the
story I am considering now, said Father Brown.
It is an excellent social accomplishment, he
replied. Perhaps you have never seen it the right way up, said Father
Brown.
He had done it so quickly and quietly that Mr.
Father Brown’s short legs were not adapted to jumping. He killed his father,
answered the priest. This is Sir Roger Musgrave, he said, pointing to a long - faced
person in a black periwig. The victim would not even be alarmed at the razor and the
hand. It’s a very fine old estate, and still worth a lot, but strangely enough it
isn’t entailed.
Nine times out of ten you call the shop the
tobacconist’s, but it is also the barber’s.
We’re quite prepared for that, answered the
solicitor; but anyhow it can’t last indefinitely. Well, there really is a kind of
man who confides the joke to the Devil.
It was because he himself was coming up that night
by train. He said a few words to her that could not be heard.
It was always from the earliest times marked out in
tribe and village for tremendous punishment. But your kindness encourages me to say
that you are putting it very strongly.
Perhaps you have never seen it the right way up,
said Father Brown. But why should he plan vengeance on John Dalmon?