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stuck overturn


From: Frida Baird
Subject: stuck overturn
Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 10:33:09 +0100

She darted across and cried:Father Brown, I’ve been looking for you. Look here, this is confidential, as I say, but I can confide in you. It may be answered gloomily that every politician is emphatically a promising politician.
The question is, as the man said in Dickens, is the old man friendly?
My cousin Tom is incorrigible, said Lady Mounteagle.
Haven’t you ever heard of the Red Moon of Meru?
No purple tent in the bazaar, however, had been provided for him to perform in. But I want you to appreciate the cunning of what the fellow did tell you. It was not the depression of failure, but the depression of success.
So there only remained one difficulty, as I say, which is probably perplexing the gentleman now. An old man of eighty can walk, said Father Brown. Is it about this business your mother started telling me about? I never met Sir John Musgrave, and I understand very few people do meet him nowadays. Musgrave shall leave it to Musgrave till the heavens fall.
That is his father, Sir Robert, a perfectly honest old cavalier. But now I know something about their wonderful spiritual powers, I’m glad to say I know better.
That is something of a paradox, said Hardcastle, with a smile.
And he took to his heels to escape the embrace of the man of science.
I cannot bring myself to leave it like this, he said gravely.
What would be the use of my going after him?
He’d have tried to show up Buddha or Moses.
My friend, Father Brown—— began the lawyer.
And we shall be only too glad, said the solicitor, to convey such a happy assurance to your son. He escaped from them at a stroke, and probably sent them chasing off to Riga after him.
Under no circumstances whatever will I ever speak to him as long as I live. It was really the worst crime in the world, said Father Brown. There are two kinds of men—but we can hardly discuss him just now, for here he is.
Don’t like this brown monkey crawling about. My friend, Father Brown—— began the lawyer.
No pal of mine, I’m happy to say, replied Granby with grim flippancy.
I will send back the car, and you, of course, may very naturally want to go with it.
There was something about that theory that he liked in a way that is more—well, more theoretical.

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