The Incredulity of Father Brown
"Well," said Father Brown, smiling, "since you ask me, there was something that amused me a little. I may be wrong; but it seemed to me that the company made three attempts to get you to talk about an embalmed body said to be found in Sussex. And you, on your side, very courteously offered to talk-first about algebra, and then about the Fascisti, and then about the landscape of the Downs."
"In short," replied the Professor, "you thought I was ready to talk about any subject but that one. You were quite right."
The Professor was silent for a little time, looking down at the tablecloth; then he looked up and spoke with that swift impulsiveness that suggested the lion's leap.
"See here. Father Brown," he said, "I consider you about wisest and whitest man I ever met."
Father Brown was very English. He had all the normal nation helplessness about what to do with a serious and sincere compliment suddenly handed to him to his face in the American manner. His reply was a meaningless murmur; and it was the Professor who proceeded, with the same staccato earnestness:
"You see, up to a point it's all simple enough. A Christian tomb of the Dark Ages, apparently that of a bishop, has been found under a little church
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