Brown knew that the contradiction was likely enough in a man who had rather run to seed under the shadow either of a delusion or a danger. He had a fine aquiline face when seen in profile, but when seen full face the first impression was that of the untidiness and even the wilderness of his loose brown beard.
"I am Mr. Aylmer," he said, "but I've got out of the way of expecting visitors."
Something about Mr. Aylmer's unrestful eye prompted the priest to go straight to the point. If the man's persecution was only a monomania, he would be the less likely to resent it.
"I was wondering," said Father Brown softly, "whether it is quite true that you never expect visitors."
"You are right," replied his host steadily. "I always expect one visitor. And he may be the last."
"I hope not," said Father Brown, "but at least I am relieved to infer that I do not look very like him."
Mr. Aylmer shook himself with a sort of savage laugh. "You certainly do not," he said.
"Mr. Aylmer," said Father Brown frankly, "I apologize for the liberty, but some friends of mine have told me about your trouble, and asked me to see if I could do anything for you. The truth is, I have some little experience in affairs like this."
"There are no affairs like this," said Aylmer.
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