The Invisible Man | A Father Brown story by G. K. Chesterton | Full Audiobook

The Invisible Man by GK Chesterton in the cool-blue twilight of too steep streets in camden town the shop at the corner a confectioner's glowed like the butt of a cigar one should rather say perhaps like the butt of a firework for the light was of many colors and some complexity broken up by many mirrors and dancing on many guilt and gaily coloured cakes and sweetmeats against this one fiery glass were glued the noses of many guttersnipes for the chocolates were all wrapped in those red and gold and green metallic colors which are almost better than chocolate itself and the huge white wedding cake in the window was somehow at once remote and satisfying just as if the whole North Pole were good to eat such rainbow provocations could naturally collect the youth of the neighborhood up to the ages of 10 or 12 but this caller was also attractive to youth at a later stage and a young man not less than 24 was staring into the same shop window to him also the shop was afire a charm but this attraction was not wholly to be explained by chocolates which however he was far from despising he was a tall burly red-haired young man with a resolute face but a listless manner he carried under his arm a flat gray portfolio of black and white sketches which he had sold with more or less success to publishers ever since his uncle who was an admiral had disinherited him for socialism because of a letter which he had delivered against that economic theory his name was John Turnbull Angus entering at last he walked through the confectioner's shop to the backroom which was a sort of pastry-cook restaurant merely raising his hat to the young lady who was serving there she was a dark elegant alert girl in black with a high color and very quick dark eyes and after the ordinary interval she followed him into the inner room to take his order his order was evidently a usual one I want please he said with precision one ha'penny bun and a small cup of black coffee an instant before the girl could turn away he added also I want you to marry me the young lady of the shop stiffened suddenly and said those are jokes I don't allow the red-haired young men lifted gray eyes of an unexpected gravity really and truly he said it's a serious a serious of the ha'penny bun it is expensive like the bun one pays for it it is indigestible like the bun it hurts the dark young lady had never taken her dark eyes off him but seemed to be studying him with almost tragic exactitude at the end of her scrutiny she had something like the shadow of a smile and she sat down in a chair don't you think observed Angus absently but it's rather cruel to eat these hip Annie buttons they might grow up into penny buns I shall give up these brutal sports when we are married the dark young lady arose from her chair and walked to the window evidently in a state of strong but not unsympathetic cogitation when at last she swung round again with an air of resolution she was bewildered to observe that the young man was carefully laying out on the table various objects from the shop window they included a pyramid of highly colored sweets several plates of sandwiches and the two decanters containing that mysterious port and sherry which are peculiar to pastry cooks in the middle of this neat arrangement he had carefully let down the enormous load of white sugar cake which had been the huge ornament of the window what an earth are you doing she asked duty My dear Laura he began Oh for the Lord's sake stop a minute she cried and don't talk to me in that way I mean what is all that a ceremonial meal miss hope and what is that she asked impatiently pointing to the mountain of sugar the wedding cake mrs. Angus he said the girl marched to that article removed it with some clatter and put it back in the shop window she then returned and putting her elegant elbows on the table regarded the young men not unfavorably but with considerable exasperation you don't give me any time to think she said I'm not such a fool he answered that's my Christian humanity she was still looking at him but she had grown considerably graver behind the smile mr. Angus she said steadily before that is a minute more of this nonsense I must tell you something about myself as shortly as I can delighted replied Angus gravely you might tell me something about myself too while you are about it oh do hold your tongue and listen she said it's nothing that I'm ashamed of and it isn't even anything that I'm specially sorry about but what would you say if there was something that is no business of mine and yet it is my nightmare in that case said the man seriously I should suggest that you bring back the cake well you must listen to the story first said Laura persistently to begin with I must tell you that my father owned the inn called the red fish at La Barry and I used to serve people in the bar I have often wondered he said why there was a kind of a Christian air about this one confectioner's shop lud burry is a sleepy grassy little hole in the eastern counties and the only kind of people who ever came to the redfish were occasional commercial travelers and for the rest the most awful people you can see only you've never seen them I mean little down g-men who had just enough to live on and had nothing to do but lean about in bar rooms and bet on horses in bad clothes that were just too good for them even these rich Edie young rotters were not very common at our house but there were two of them that whether or not two common common in every sort of way they both lived on money of their own and were weary Simla tidal and overdressed but yet I was a bit sorry for them because I half believe they slunk into our little empty bar because each of them had a slight deformity the sort of thing that some yokels laugh had it wasn't exactly a deformity either it was more than oddity one of them was a surprisingly small man something like a dwarf or at least like a jockey he was not at all jockey ish to look at though he had a round black head and a well-trimmed black beard bright eyes like a bird's he jingled money in his pockets he jangled a great gold watch-chain and he never turned up except dressed just two months like a gentleman to be one he was no fool though there were futile idler he was curiously clever at all kinds of things that couldn't be the slightest use a sort of impromptu conjuring making fifteen matches set fire to each other like a regular firework or cutting a banana or some such thing into a dancing doll his name was is it a war Smythe and I can see him still with his little dark face just coming up to the counter making a jumping kangaroo out of five cigars the other fellow was more silent and more ordinary but somehow he alarmed me much more than poor little Smythe he was very tall and slight and light haired his nose had a high bridge and he might almost have been handsome in a spectral sort of way but he had one of the most appalling squints I have ever seen or heard of when he looked straight at you you didn't know where you were yourself let alone what he was looking at I fancy this sort of disfigurement embittered the poor chap a little for while Smythe was ready to show off his monkey tricks anywhere James will keen that was the squinting man's name never did anything except soak in our bar parlour and go for great walks by himself in the flat gray country all round all the same I think Smythe too was a little sensitive about being so small though he carried it off more smartly and so it was that I was really puzzled as well as startled and very sorry when they both offered to marry me in the same week well I did what I've since thought was perhaps a silly thing but after all these freaks were my friends in a way and I had a horror of their thinking I refused to them for the real reason which was that they were so impossibly ugly so I made up some gas of another sort about never meaning to marry anyone who hadn't carved his way in the world I said it was a point of principle with me not to live on money that was just inherited like there's two days after I'd talked in this well-meaning sort of way the whole trouble began the first thing I heard was that both of them had gone off to seek their fortunes as if they were in some silly fairy tale well I've never seen either of them from that date of this but I've had two letters from the little man called Smythe and really they were rather exciting ever heard of the other man asked Angus no he never wrote said the girl after an instant's hesitation Smith's first letter was simply to say that he had started out walking with welcome to London but welcome was such a good Walker that the little man dropped out of it and took a rest by the roadside he happened to be picked up by some travelling show and partly because he was nearly a dwarf and partly because he was really a clever little wretch he got on quite well in the show business and was soon sent up to the aquarium to do some tricks that I forget that was his first letter his second was much more of a starter and I only got it last week the man called Angus emptied his coffee cap and regarded her with mild and patient eyes her own mouth took on a slight twist of laughter as she resumed I suppose you've seen on the hoardings all about this smile this silent service or you must be the only person that hasn't though I don't know much about it it's some clockwork invention for doing all the housework by machinery you know the sort of thing press a button a butler who never drinks turn a handle ten house maids who never flirt you must have seen the advertisements well whatever these machines are they are making pops of money and they are making it all for that little imp whom I knew down in lad Barry I can't help feeling pleased the poor little chap has fallen on his feet but the plain fact is I'm in terror of his turning up any minute and telling me his carved his way in the world as he certainly has and the other man repeated Angus were the sort of obstinate quietude Laura Hope got to her feet suddenly my friend she said I think you what a witch yes you are quite right I have not seen a line of the other man's writing and I have no more notion than the dead of what or where he is but it is of him that I am frightened it is he who is all about my path it is he who was half driven me mad indeed I think he has driven me mad for I have felt him where he could not have been and I have heard his voice where he could not have spoken well my dear said the young man cheerfully if he was Satan himself he is done for from now you've told somebody one goes mad all alone old girl but when was it you fancied you felt and had a squinting friend I heard James Welk in laughs as plainly as I hear you speak said the girl steadily there was nobody there for I stood just outside the shop at the corner and could see down both streets at once I had forgotten how he laughed though his laugh was as odd his his squint I had not thought of him for nearly a year but it's a solemn truth that a few seconds later the first letter came from his arrival did you ever make the specter of speak or squeak or anything asked Angus with some interest Laura suddenly shuddered and then said with an unshaken voice yes just when I had finished reading the second letter from isadora Smythe announcing his success just then I heard Wilkins say he shan't have you though it was quite plain as if he were in the room it is awful I think I must be mad you feel really were mad said the young man you would think you must be same but suddenly there seems to me to be something a little rum about this unseen gentleman two heads are better than one I spare you illusions to any other organs and really if he would allow me as a sturdy practical man to bring back the wedding cake out of the window even as he spoke there was a sort of steely shriek in the street outside and a small motor driven that devilish speed shot up to the door of the shop and stuck there in the same flash of time a small man in a shiny top hat stood stamping in the outer room Angus who had hitherto maintained hilarious ease from motives of Mental Hygiene revealed the strain of his soul by striding abruptly out of the inner room and confronting the newcomer a glance at him was quite sufficient to confirm the savage guesswork of a man in love this very dapper but dwarfish figure with the spike of black beard carried incidentally forward the clever and restful eyes the neat but very nervous fingers could be none other than the man just described to him is it or Smythe who made dolls out of banana skins and matchboxes is it all Smythe who made millions out of undrinkable errs and unthreading housemaids of metal for a moment the two men instinctively understanding each other's air of possession looked at each other with that curious cold generosity which is the soul of rivalry mr. smile however made no allusion to the ultimate ground of their antagonism but said simply and explosively has miss hope seen that ping on the window on the window repeated the staring Angus there's no time to explain other things said the small millionaire shortly the some tomfoolery going on here that has to be investigated he pointed his polished walking stick at the window recently depleted by the bridal preparations of mr. Angus and that gentleman was astonished to see along the front of the glass a long strip of paper pasted which had certainly not been on the window when he looked through it some time before following the energetics made outside into the street he found out that some yard and a half of stamp paper had been carefully gummed along the glass outside and on this was written in straggly characters if you Mary Smythe he will die Laura said Angus putting his big red head into the shop you're not mad it's the writing of that fellow well Kim said Smythe gruffly I haven't seen him for years but he's always bothering me five times in the last fortnight he's had threatening letters left at my flat and I can't even find out who leaves them let alone if it is well Keane himself the porter of the flats swears that no suspicious characters have been seen and here he has pasted up a sort of dado on a public shop window while the people in the shop quite so said Angus modestly while the people in the shop were having tea well sir I can assure you I appreciate your common sense in dealing so directly with the matter we can talk about other things afterwards the fellow cannot be very far off yet for I swear there was no paper there while I went last to the window ten or fifteen minutes ago on the other hand he's too far off to be chased as we don't even know the direction if you'll take my advice mr. Smythe you'll put this at once in the hands of some energetic inquiry man private rather than public I know an extremely clever fellow who set up in business five minutes from here in your car his name's Flambeau and though his youth was a bit stormy he is a strictly honest man now and his brains are worth money he lives in Lucknow mansions Hampstead that is odd sit the little men arching his black eyebrows I live myself in Himalaya mansions round the corner perhaps you might care to come with me I can go to my rooms and sort out these queer welcome documents while you run round and get your friend the detective you are very good said Angus politely well the sooner we act the better both men with a queer kind of impromptu fairness took the same sort of formal farewell of the lady and both jumped into the brisk little car as Smythe took the handles and they turned the great corner of the street Angus was amused to see a gigantic poster of slides silent service with the picture a huge headless iron doll carrying a saucepan with the legend a cook who is never cross I used him in my own flat said the little black bearded men laughing partly for advertisements and partly for real convenience honestly and all aboveboard those big clock wreck dolls of mine do bring your kills or carrot or a timetable quicker than any live servants I've ever known if you know it's not depress but I'll never deny between ourselves that such servants have their disadvantages too indeed said Angus is there something they can't do yes replied Smyth coolly they can't tell me who left those threatening letters at my flat the man's motor was small and Swift like himself in fact like his domestic service it was of his own invention if he was an advertising quack he was one who believed in his own wares the sense of something tiny and flying was accentuated as they swept up along white curbs abroad in the dead but opened a light of evening soon the white curves came sharper and dizzier they were upon ascending spirals as they say in the modern religions before indeed they were cresting a corner of London which is almost as precipitous as Edinburgh if not quite so picturesque Terrace rose above Terrace and the special Tower of flats they sought rose above them all - almost Egyptian height gilt by the level sunset the change as they turned the corner and entered the Crescent known as Himalaya mansions was as abrupt as the opening of a window for they found that pile of flats sitting above London as above a green sea of slate opposite to the mansions on the other side of the gravel Crescent was a bushy enclosure more like a steep hedge or Dyke than a garden and some way below that when a strip of artificial water a sort of canal like the moat of that embowered fortress as the car swept round at present it passed at one corner thus traced all of the men selling chestnuts and right away at the other end of the curve Angus could see a dim blue policeman walking slowly these were the only human shapes in that high suburban solitude but he had an irrational sense that they expressed to the speechless poetry of London he felt as if they were figures in a story the little car shot up to the right house like a bullet and shot out its owner like a bombshell he was immediately inquiring of a tall commissionaire in shining braid and a short Porter in Schad sleeves whether anybody or anything had been seeking his apartments he was assured that nobody and nothing had passed these officials since his last inquiries whereupon he and the slightly bewildered Angus were shot up in the lift like a rocket till they reached the top floor just come in for a minute said the breathless Smythe I want to show you there's welcome letters then you might run round the corner and fetch your friend he pressed a button concealed in the wall and the door opened of itself it opened on a long commodious anteroom of which the only arresting features ordinarily speaking where the rows of tall half-human mechanical figures that stood up on both sides like tailors dummies like tailors dummies they were headless and like tailors dummies they had a handsome unnecessary hum penis in their shoulders and a pigeon breasted protuberance of chests but barring this they were not much more like a human figure than any automatic machine at a station that is about the human height they had two great hooks like arms for carrying trays and they were painted pea green or vermilion or black for convenience of distinction in every other way they were only automatic machines and nobody would have looked twice at them on this occasion at least nobody did for between the two rows of these domestic dummies play something more interesting than most of the mechanics of the world it was a white tattered scrap of paper scrawled with red ink and the agile inventor had snatched it up almost as soon as the door flew open he handed it to Angus without a word the red ink on it actually was not dry and the message Rell if you have been to see her today I shall kill you there was a short silence and then is it all smooth said quietly what do you like a little whiskey I'd rather feel as if I should thank you I should like a little Flambeau said Angus gloomily this business seems to me to be getting what are the grave I'm going round at once to fetch him right you are said the other with admirable cheerfulness bring him around here as quick as you can but as Angus close to the front door behind him he saw Smyth pushed back a button and one of the clockwork images glided from its place and slid along a groove in the floor carrying a tray with a siphon and decanter that it seemed something a trifle weird about leaving the little man alone among those dead servants who were coming to life as the door closed six steps down from smiles landing the man in shirtsleeves was doing something with a pail Angus stopped to extract a promise fortified with a prospective bribe that he would remain in that place until the return with the detective and would keep count of any kind of stranger coming up those stairs dashing down to the front hall he then laid similar charges of vigilance on the commissionaire at the front door from whom he learned the simplifying circumstance that there was no backdoor not content with this he captured the floating policeman and induced him to stand opposite the entrance and watch it and finally paused an instant for a penny worth of chestnuts and an inquiry as to the probable length of the merchants stay in the neighbourhood the chestnut seller turning up the collar of his coat told him he should probably be moving shortly and as he thought it was going to snow indeed the evening was growing gray and bitter but Angus with all his eloquence proceeded to nail the chestnut man to his post keep yourself warm on your own chestnuts he said earnestly eat up your whole stock I'll make it worth your while I'll give you a sovereign if you'll wait here until I come back and then tell me whether any man woman or child has gone into that house where the commissionaire is standing he then walked away smartly with a last look at the besieged tower I made a ring round that room anyhow he said they can't hold four of them be mr. Wilkins accomplices lucky no mansions we're so to speak on a lower platform of that hill of houses at which Himalaya mansions might be called to the peak mr. flambeau's semi-official flat was on the ground floor and presented in every way a marked contrast to the American machinery and cold hotel like luxury of the flat of the silent service flambo who was a friend of Angus received him in a Rococo artistic den behind his office of which the ornaments were sabers har cabooses eastern curiosities flasks of Italian wine savage cooking pots a plumie a Persian cat and a small dusty looking Roman Catholic priest who looked particularly out of place this is my friend Father Brown said Flambeau I've often wanted you to meet him splendide whether these a little cold 4:7 is like me yes I think it will keep clear said Angus sitting down on a violet striped eastern ottoman no said the priest quietly it has began to snow and indeed as he spoke the first few flakes foreseen by the mane of chestnuts began to drift across the darkening windowpane [Music] well said Angus heavily I'm afraid I've come on business and a rather jumpy business at that the fact is Flambeau within a stone's throw of your house is a fellow who badly wants your help he's perpetually being haunted and threatened by an invisible enemy a scoundrel whom nobody has even seen as Angus proceeded to tell the whole tale of smile and welcome beginning with Laura's story and going on with his own the supernatural laugh at the corner of two empty streets the strange distinct words spoken in an empty room flambo grew more and more vividly concerned and the little priest seemed to be left out of it like a piece of furniture when it came to the scribbled stamp paper pasted on the window flambo Rose seeming to fill the room with his huge shoulders if you don't mind he said I think you had better tell me the rest on the nearest road to this man's house it strikes me somehow that there is no time to be lost delighted said Angus rising also though he's safe enough now for the present what I've set for men to watch the only hole to his burrow they turned out into the street the small priest trundling after them with the de city of a small dog he merely said in a cheerful way like one making conversation how quick the snow gets thick on the ground as they threaded the steep side streets already powdered with silver Angus finished his story and by the time they reached the Crescent with the towering flats he had leisure to turned his attention to the four sentinels the chestnut seller both before and after receiving a sovereign swore stubbornly that he had watched the door and seen no visitor enter the policeman was even more emphatic he said he had had experience of crooks of all kinds in top hats and in rags he wasn't so green as to expect suspicious characters to look suspicious he looked out for anybody and so help him there had been nobody and when all three men gathered round the gilded commissionaire who still stood smiling astride of the porch the verdict was more final still I've not a right to ask any man joke or dustman what he wants in these flats said the genial and gold-laced giant and asked where there's been nobody to ask since this gentleman went away the unimportant father Brown who stood back looking modestly at the pavement here I ventured to say meekly there's nobody been up and down stairs then since the snow began to fall it began how we were all round at flambo's everybody's been in here's up you can take it from me said the official with beaming Authority then I wonder what that is said the priest and stared at the ground blankly like a fish the others all looked down also and Flambeau used a fierce exclamation and a French gesture for it was unquestionably true that down the middle of the entrance guarded by the man in gold lace actually between the arrogant stretched legs of that Colossus ran a stringy pattern of gray footprints stamped upon the white snow God cried Angus involuntarily the invisible man without another word he turned and dashed up the stairs with Flambeau following but Father Brown still stood looking about him in the snow clad Street as if he had lost interest in his query flambo who was plainly in a mood to break down the door with his big shoulders but The Scotsman with more reason give less intuition fumbled about on the frame of the door till he found the invisible button and the door swung slowly open it showed substantially the same serried interior the hall had grown darker though it was still struck here and there with the last crimson shafts of sunset and one or two of the headless machines had been moved from their places for this or that purpose and stood here and there about the Twilight place the green and red of their coats were all darkened in the dusk and their likeness to human shapes slightly increased by their very shapelessness but in the middle of them all exactly where the paper with the red ink had lain there lay something that looked like red ink spilt out of its bottle but it was not red ink with a French combination of reason and violence Flambeau simply said Napa and plunging into the flat had explored every corner and cupboard of it in five minutes but if he expected to find a corpse he found none is it all Smythe was not in the place either dead or alive after the most tearing search the two men met each other in the outer Hall with streaming faces and staring eyes my friend said Flambeau talking French in his excitement not only as your med arrived invisible but he makes invisible also the murdered man Angus looked round at the dim room full of dummies and in some Celtic corner of his Scotch soul a shudder started one of the life-sized dolls stood immediately overshadowing the blood-stained summoned perhaps by the slain man an instant before he fell one of the high shouldered hooks that served of the thing for arms was a little lifted and Angus had suddenly the hurried fancy that Paul's my this own iron child had struck him down matter had rebelled and these machines had killed their master but even so what had they done with him eaten him said the nightmare at his ear and he sickened for an instant at the idea of rent human remains absorbed and crushed into all that a cephalus clockwork he recovered his mental health by an emphatic effort and said to Flambeau well that it is the poor fellow has evaporated like a cloud and left a red streak on the floor the peel does not belong to this world there is only one thing to be done said Flambeau whether it belongs to this world ozzie Aza I must go down and talk to my friend they descended passing the man with the pail who again asseverated that he had let no intruder pass down to the commissionaire and the hovering chestnut man who rigidly reasserted their own watchfulness but when Angus looked round for his fourth confirmation he could not see it and called out with some nervousness whereas the policeman I beg your pardon said Father Brown that is my fault I just sent him down the road to investigate something that I just thought worth investigating well we want him back pretty soon said Angus abruptly the wretched man upstairs has not only been murdered but wiped out how asked the priest father said Flambeau after a pause upon my soul I believe it is more in your department than mine no friend or foe has entered the house but smile is gone as if stolen by the fairies if set is not supernatural I as he spoke they were all checked by an unusual sight the big blue policeman came round the corner of the Crescent running he came straight up to brand you're right sir he panted they've just found poor mr. Smythe body in the canal down below angers put his hand wildly to his head did he run down and round himself he asked he never came down I'll swear said the constable and he wasn't drowned either but he died of a great stab over the art and yet you saw no one enter said Flambeau in a gray voice let us walk down the road a little said the priest as they reached to the other end of the Crescent he observed abruptly stupid off me I forgot to ask the policeman something I wonder if they found a light bronze SEC why a light brown sack asked Angus astonished because if it was any other colored sack the case must begin over again said father brown but if it was a light brown sack why the case is finished I am pleased to hear it said Angus with hearty irony it hasn't begun so far as I'm concerned you must tell us all about it said Flambeau with a strange heavy simplicity like a child unconsciously they were walking with quickening steps down the long sweep of road on the other side of the high Crescent father brown leading briskly though in silence at last he said with an almost touching vagueness well I'm afraid you'll think it's so prosy we always begin that the abstract end of things and you can't begin this story anywhere else have you ever noticed this that people never answer what you say they answer what you mean or what they think you mean suppose one lady says to another in a country house is anybody staying with you the lady doesn't answer yes the butler the three footmen the parlor maid and so on though the parlor maid may be in the room or the butler behind her chair she says that is nobody staying with us meaning nobody of the sort you mean but suppose a doctor enquiring into an epidemic asks who is staying in the house then the lady will remember the butler the pol maid and the rest all language is used like that you never get a question answered literally even when you get it answered truly when those four quite honest men said that no man had gone into the mansions they did not really mean that no man had gone into them they meant no men whom they could suspect of being your man a man did go into the house and did come out of it but they never noticed him an invisible man inquired Angus raising his red eyebrows a mentally invisible man said Father Brown a minute or two after he resumed in the same an assuming voice like a man thinking his way of course you can't think of such a man until you do think of him that's where his cleverness comes in but I came to think of him through two or three little things in the tale mr. Angus told us first there was the fact that this Welkin went for long walks and thin there was the vast lot of stamp paper on the window and then most of all there were two things the young lady said things that couldn't be true I don't get annoyed he added hastily noting a sudden movement of the Scotsman's head she thought they were true alright but they couldn't be true a person can't be quite alone in the street a second before she receives the letter she can't be quite alone in a street when she starts reading a letter just received there must be somebody pretty near her he must be mentally invisible why must there be somebody near her asked Angus because said father brown burying carrier pigeons somebody must have brought of the letter do you really mean to say asked Flambeau with energy that Welkin carried is why those letters to his lady yes said the priest welcome carried his rifles letters to his lady you see he had to oh I can't stand much more on this explained it lambo who is this fellow what does he look like what is the usual getup of a mentally invisible man [Music] he is dressed rather handsomely in red blue and gold replied the priest promptly with precision and in this striking and even sherry costume he entered himalaya mansions and to eight human eyes he killed Smyth in cold blood and came down into the street again carrying the dead body in his arms Reverend sir cried Angus standing still a you raving mad or am i you are not mad say bran only a little unobservant you have not noticed such a man as this for example he took three quick strides forward and put his hand on the shoulder of an ordinary passing postman who had bustle by them unnoticed under the shade of the trees nobody ever notices postman somehow he said thoughtfully yet they have passions like other men and even carry large bags we're a small corpse can be stowed quite easily the postman instead of turning naturally had ducked and tumbled against the garden fence he was a lean fair bearded men a very ordinary appearance but as he turned an alarmed face over his shoulder all three men were fixed with an almost fiendish squint flambo went back to his sabers purple rugs and Persian cat having many things to attend to John Turnbull Angus went back to the lady at the shop with whom that imprudent young man contrives to be extremely comfortable but Father Brown walked those snow-covered Hills under the stars for many hours with a murderer and what they said to each other will never be known you've been listening to a bite-sized audio book we hope you enjoyed it more classic short stories from the 19th and early 20th centuries from a range of British authors are available on our Channel please try the links below and do click Subscribe if you'd like to receive updates thank you for listening

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