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〃I'm afraid you neglect the fashionable press rather；〃 he said； 〃but this cutting may interest you。〃
Usher read the headlines； 〃Last…Trick's Strayed Revellers： Mirthful Incident near Pilgrim's Pond。〃 The paragraph went on： 〃A laughable occurrence took place outside Wilkinson's Motor Garage last night。 A policeman on duty had his attention drawn by larrikins to a man in prison dress who was stepping with considerable coolness into the steering…seat of a pretty high…toned Panhard； he was accompanied by a girl wrapped in a ragged shawl。 On the police interfering； the young woman threw back the shawl； and all recognized Millionaire Todd's daughter； who had just come from the Slum Freak Dinner at the Pond； where all the choicest guests were in a similar deshabille。 She and the gentleman who had donned prison uniform were going for the customary joy…ride。〃
Under the pink slip Mr Usher found a strip of a later paper； headed； 〃Astounding Escape of Millionaire's Daughter with Convict。 She had Arranged Freak Dinner。 Now Safe in〃
Mr Greenwood Usher lifted his eyes； but Father Brown was gone。
SIX
The Head of Caesar
THERE is somewhere in Brompton or Kensington an interminable avenue of tall houses； rich but largely empty； that looks like a terrace of tombs。 The very steps up to the dark front doors seem as steep as the side of pyramids； one would hesitate to knock at the door； lest it should be opened by a mummy。 But a yet more depressing feature in the grey facade is its telescopic length and changeless continuity。 The pilgrim walking down it begins to think he will never come to a break or a corner； but there is one exceptiona very small one； but hailed by the pilgrim almost with a shout。 There is a sort of mews between two of the tall mansions； a mere slit like the crack of a door by comparison with the street； but just large enough to permit a pigmy ale…house or eating…house； still allowed by the rich to their stable…servants； to stand in the angle。 There is something cheery in its very dinginess； and something free and elfin in its very insignificance。 At the feet of those grey stone giants it looks like a lighted house of dwarfs。
Anyone passing the place during a certain autumn evening； itself almost fairylike； might have seen a hand pull aside the red half…blind which （along with some large white lettering） half hid the interior from the street； and a face peer out not unlike a rather innocent goblin's。 It was； in fact； the face of one with the harmless human name of Brown； formerly priest of Cobhole in Essex； and now working in London。 His friend； Flambeau； a semi…official investigator； was sitting opposite him； making his last notes of a case he had cleared up in the neighbourhood。 They were sitting at a small table； close up to the window； when the priest pulled the curtain back and looked out。 He waited till a stranger in the street had passed the window； to let the curtain fall into its place again。 Then his round eyes rolled to the large white lettering on the window above his head； and then strayed to the next table； at which sat only a navvy with beer and cheese； and a young girl with red hair and a glass of milk。 Then （seeing his friend put away the pocket…book）； he said softly：
〃If you've got ten minutes； I wish you'd follow that man with the false nose。〃
Flambeau looked up in surprise； but the girl with the red hair also looked up； and with something that was stronger than astonishment。 She was simply and even loosely dressed in light brown sacking stuff； but she was a lady； and even； on a second glance； a rather needlessly haughty one。 〃The man with the false nose！〃 repeated Flambeau。 〃Who's he？〃
〃I haven't a notion；〃 answered Father Brown。 〃I want you to find out； I ask it as a favour。 He went down there〃and he jerked his thumb over his shoulder in one of his undistinguished gestures 〃and can't have passed three lamp…posts yet。 I only want to know the direction。〃
Flambeau gazed at his friend for some time； with an expression between perplexity and amusement； and then； rising from the table； squeezed his huge form out of the little door of the dwarf tavern； and melted into the twilight。
Father Brown took a small book out of his pocket and began to read steadily； he betrayed no consciousness of the fact that the red…haired lady had left her own table and sat down opposite him。 At last she leaned over and said in a low； strong voice： 〃Why do you say that？ How do you know it's false？〃
He lifted his rather heavy eyelids； which fluttered in considerable embarrassment。 Then his dubious eye roamed again to the white lettering on the glass front of the public…house。 The young woman's eyes followed his； and rested there also； but in pure puzzledom。
〃No；〃 said Father Brown； answering her thoughts。 〃It doesn't say ‘Sela'； like the thing in the Psalms； I read it like that myself when I was wool…gathering just now； it says ‘Ales。'〃
〃Well？〃 inquired the staring young lady。 〃What does it matter what it says？〃
His ruminating eye roved to the girl's light canvas sleeve； round the wrist of which ran a very slight thread of artistic pattern； just enough to distinguish it from a working…dress of a common woman and make it more like the working…dress of a lady art…student。 He seemed to find much food for thought in this； but his reply was very slow and hesitant。 〃You see； madam；〃 he said； 〃from outside the place lookswell； it is a perfectly decent placebut ladies like you don'tdon't generally think so。 They never go into such places from choice； except〃
〃Well？〃 she repeated。
〃Except an unfortunate few who don't go in to drink milk。〃
〃You are a most singular person；〃 said the young lady。 〃What is your object in all this？〃
〃Not to trouble you about it；〃 he replied； very gently。 〃Only to arm myself with knowledge enough to help you； if ever you freely ask my help。〃
〃But why should I need help？〃
He continued his dreamy monologue。 〃You couldn't have come in to see protegees； humble friends； that sort of thing； or you'd have gone through into the parlour。。。and you couldn't have come in because you were ill； or you'd have spoken to the woman of the place； who's obviously respectable。。。besides； you don't look ill in that way； but only unhappy。。。。 This street is the only original long lane that has no turning； and the houses on both sides are shut up。。。。 I could only suppose that you'd seen somebody coming whom you didn't want to meet； and found the public…house was the only shelter in this wilderness of stone。。。。 I don't think I went beyond the licence of a stranger in glancing at the only man who passed immediately after。。。。 And as I thought he looked like the wrong sort。。。and you looked like the right sort。。。。 I held myself ready to help if he annoyed you； that is all。 As for my friend； he'll be back soon； and he certainly can't find out anything by stumping down a road like this。。。。 I didn't think he could。〃
〃Then why did you send him out？〃 she cried； leaning forward with yet warmer curiosity。 She had the proud； impetuous face that goes with reddish colouring； and a Roman nose； as it did in Marie Antoinette。
He looked at her steadily for the first time； and said： 〃Because I hoped you would speak to me。〃
She looked back at him for some time with a heated face； in which there hung a red shadow of anger； then； despite her anxieties； humour broke out of her eyes and the corners of her mouth； and she answered almost grimly： 〃Well； if you're so keen on my conversation； perhaps you'll answer my question。〃 After a pause she added： 〃I had the honour to ask you why you thought the man's nose was false。〃
〃The wax always spots like that just a little in this weather；〃 answered Father Brown with entire simplicity；
〃But it's such a crooked nose；〃 remonstrated the red…haired girl。
The priest smiled in his turn。 〃I don't say it's the sort of nose one would wear out of mere foppery；〃 he admitted。 〃This man； I think； wears it because his real nose is so much nicer。〃
〃But why？〃 she insisted。
〃What is the nursery…rhyme？〃 observed Brown absent…mindedly。 〃There was a crooked man and he went a crooked mile。。。。 That man； I fancy； has gone a very crooked roadby following his nose。〃
〃Why； what's he done？〃 she demanded； rather shakily。
〃I don't want to force your confidence by a hair；〃 said Father Brown； very quietly。 〃But I think you could tell me more about that than I can tell you。〃
The girl sprang to her feet and stood quite quietly； but with clenched hands； like one about to stride away； then her hands loosened slowly； and she sat down again。 〃You are more of a mystery than all the others；〃 she said desperately； 〃but I feel there might be a heart in your mystery。〃
〃What we all dread most；〃 said the priest in a low voice； 〃is a maze with no centre。 That is why atheism is only a nightmare。〃 〃I will tell you everything；〃 said the red…haired girl doggedly； 〃except why I am telling you； and that I don'