The Incredulity of Father Brown
lowering his voice, "l don't think we do know all about it or anything about it. What's the matter with his leg? What was the matter with his ancestor's leg?"
"Oh, there's something about that in the book I was reading in there, in the family archives," said Wood; "I'll fetch it for you." And he stepped into the library just beyond.
"I think," said Father Brown quietly, "Mr. Payne must have some particular reason for asking that."
"I may as well blurt it out once and for all," said Payne, but in a yet lower voice. "After all, there is a rational explanation. A man from anywhere might have made up to look like the portrait. What do we know about Darnaway? He is behaving rather oddly———"
The others were staring at him in a rather startled fashion; but the priest seemed to take it very calmly.
"I don't think the old portrait's ever been photographed," he said. "That's why he wants to do it. I don't think there's anything odd about that."
"Quite an ordinary state of things, in fact," said Wood with a smile; he had just returned with the book in his hand. And even as he spoke there was a stir in the clockwork of the great dark clock behind him and successive strokes thrilled
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