THE WISDOM OF FATHER BROWN
there are so few people about the beach, when this big fight is coming on after all. We only met one man for miles."
The hotel proprietor shrugged his shoulders. "They come from the other end of the town, you see—from the station, three miles from here. They are only interested in the sport, and will stop in hotels for the night only. After all, it is hardly weather for basking on the shore."
"Or on the seat," said Flambeau, and pointed to the little table.
"I have to keep a look out," said the man with the motionless face. He was a quiet, well-featured fellow, rather sallow; his dark clothes had nothing distinctive about them, except that his black necktie was worn rather high, like a stock, and secured by a gold pin with some grotesque head to it. Nor was there anything notable in the face, except something that was probably a mere nervous trick—a habit of opening one eye more narrowly than the other, giving the impression that the other was larger, or was, perhaps, artificial.
The silence that ensued was broken by their host saying quietly: "Whereabouts did you meet the one man on your march?"
"Curiously enough," answered the priest, "close by here—just by that bandstand."
Flambeau, who had sat on the long iron seat
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