The Incredulity of Father Brown
white man standing at my side on the top of a fort," said Crake.
"Why, what did he do with it?" asked the other,
"Threw it," replied Crake, "threw it in a flash before a shot could be fired. I don't know where he learnt the trick."
"Well, I hope you didn't learn it," said his nephew, laughing.
"It seems to me," said Father Brown, thoughtfully, "that the story might have a moral."
While they were speaking Mr. Wilton, the secretary, had come out of the inner room and stood waiting; a pale, fair-haired man with a square chin and steady eyes with a look like a dog's; it was not difficult to believe that he had the single eye of a watchdog.
He only said, "Mr. Merton can see you in about ten minutes," but it served for a signal to break up the gossiping group. Old Crake said he must be off, and his nephew went out with him and his legal companion, leaving Father Brown for the moment alone with his secretary; for the negroid giant at the other end of the room could hardly be felt as if he were human or alive; he sat so motionless with his broad back to them, staring towards the inner room,
"Arrangements rather elaborate here, I'm afraid," said the secretary. "You've probably heard all about this Daniel Doom, and why it isn't safe to leave the boss very much alone."
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