The Incredulity of Father Brown
Never had such a thing happened before. Never had an eminent and distinguished dog been so treated by a rotten old walking-stick."
"Why, what had the walking-stick done?" inquired the young man.
"It had sunk," said Father Brown.
Fiennes said nothing, but continued to stare, and it was the priest who continued:
"It had sunk because it was not really a stick, but a rod of steel with a very thin shell of cane and a sharp point. In other words, it was a sword-stick. I suppose a murderer never got rid of a bloody weapon so oddly and yet so naturally as by throwing it into the sea for a retriever."
"I begin to see what you mean," admitted Fiennes; "but even if a sword-stick was used, I have no guess of how it was used."
"I had a sort of guess," said Father Brown, "right at the beginning when you said the word summer-house. And another when you said that Druce wore a white coat. As long as everybody was looking for a short dagger, nobody thought of it; but if we admit a rather long blade like a rapier, it's not so impossible."
He was leaning back, looking at the ceiling, and began like one going back to his own first thoughts and fundamentals.
"All that discussion about detective stories like the Yellow Room, about a man found dead
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