the innocence of father brown-第21章
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gue 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 were something that is no business of mine and yet 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 Ludbury； 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。〃 〃Ludbury is a sleepy； grassy little hole in the Eastern Counties； and the only kind of people who ever came to the ‘Red Fish' were occasional commercial travellers； and for the rest； the most awful people you can see； only you've never seen them。 I mean little； loungy 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 wretched young rotters were not very common at our house； but there were two of them that were a lot too commoncommon in every sort of way。 They both lived on money of their own； and were wearisomely idle and over…dressed。 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 at。 It wasn't exactly a deformity either； it was more an oddity。 One of them was a surprisingly small man； something like a dwarf； or at least like a jockey。 He was not at all jockeyish 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 too much like a gentleman to be one。 He was no fool though； though a 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 Isidore 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 Welkin （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； grey 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 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 theirs。 Two days after I had 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 day to 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。 〃Smythe's first letter was simply to say that he had started out walking with Welkin to London； but Welkin 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 startler； and I only got it last week。〃 The man called Angus emptied his coffee…cup and regarded her with mild and patient eyes。 Her own mouth took a slight twist of laughter as she resumed； 〃I suppose you've seen on the hoardings all about this ‘Smythe's Silent Service'？ Or you must be the only person that hasn't。 Oh； 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 ButtonA Butler who Never Drinks。' ‘Turn a HandleTen Housemaids who Never Flirt。' You must have seen the advertisements。 Well； whatever these machines are； they are making pots of money； and they are making it all for that little imp whom I knew down in Ludbury。 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 he's carved his way in the world as he certainly has。〃 〃And the other man？〃 repeated Angus with a sort of obstinate quietude。 Laura Hope got to her feet suddenly。 〃My friend；〃 she said； 〃I think you are 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 has 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 when he could not have spoken。〃 〃Well； my dear；〃 said the young man； cheerfully； 〃if he were Satan himself； he is done for now you have told somebody。 One goes mad all alone； old girl。 But when was it you fancied you felt and heard our squinting friend？〃 〃I heard James Welkin laugh 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 as 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 rival。〃 〃Did you ever make the spectre 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 Isidore Smythe announcing his success。 Just then； I heard Welkin 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。〃 〃If you really were mad；〃 said the young man； 〃you would think you must be sane。 But certainly there seems to me to be something a little rum about this unseen gentleman。 Two heads are better than oneI spare you allusions to any other organs and really； if you 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 at 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 new…comer。 A glance at him was qu
