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The Blue Cross - (1)
Between the silver ribbon of morning and the green glittering ribbon of sea, the boat touched Harwich and let loose a swarm of folk like fl…
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The Blue Cross - (2)
“What window? What cue?” asked his principal assistant. “Why, what proof is there that this has anything to do with them?” Valentin almost…
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The Secret Garden - (1)
Aristide Valentin, Chief of the Paris Police, was late for his dinner, and some of his guests began to arrive before him. These were, howev…
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The Secret Garden - (2)
In the centre of this morbid silence an innocent voice said: “Was it a very long cigar?” The change of thought was so sharp that they had t…
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The Queer Feet - (1)
If you meet a member of that select club, “The Twelve True Fishermen,” entering the Vernon Hotel for the annual club dinner, you will obser…
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The Queer Feet - (2)
As has been remarked, there were twenty-four seats at the terrace table, and only twelve members of the club. Thus they could occupy the te…
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The Flying Stars - (1)
“The most beautiful crime I ever committed,” Flambeau would say in his highly moral old age, “was also, by a singular coincidence, my last.…
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The Flying Stars - (2)
“He is harlequin to your columbine,” said Crook. “I am only the clown who makes the old jokes.” “I wish you were the harlequin,” she said,…
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The Invisible Man - (1)
In the cool blue twilight of two steep streets in Camden Town, the shop at the corner, a confectioner’s, glowed like the butt of a cigar. O…
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The Invisible Man - (2)
The little car shot up to the right house like a bullet, and shot out its owner like a bomb shell. He was immediately inquiring of a tall c…
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The Honour of Israel Gow - (1)
A stormy evening of olive and silver was closing in, as Father Brown, wrapped in a grey Scotch plaid, came to the end of a grey Scotch vall…
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The Honour of Israel Gow - (2)
His comrades hardly knew that they had obeyed and followed him till a blast of the night wind nearly flung them on their faces in the garde…
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The Wrong Shape - (1)
Certain of the great roads going north out of London continue far into the country a sort of attenuated and interrupted spectre of a street…
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The Wrong Shape - (2)
“When that Indian spoke to us,” went on Brown in a conversational undertone, “I had a sort of vision, a vision of him and all his universe.…
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The Sins of Prince Saradine - (1)
When Flambeau took his month’s holiday from his office in Westminster he took it in a small sailing-boat, so small that it passed much of i…
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The Sins of Prince Saradine - (2)
“The deuce!” said Prince Saradine, and clapping on his white hat he went to the front door himself, flinging it open on the sunset garden.…
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The Hammer of God - (1)
The little village of Bohun Beacon was perched on a hill so steep that the tall spire of its church seemed only like the peak of a small mo…
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The Hammer of God - (2)
“You seem very much interested in that hammer, Father Brown.” “Yes, I am,” said Father Brown; “why is it such a small hammer?” The doctor s…
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The Eye of Apollo - (1)
That singular smoky sparkle, at once a confusion and a transparency, which is the strange secret of the Thames, was changing more and more…
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The Eye of Apollo - (2)
“Is this an accusation?” asked Kalon very quietly. “No,” answered Brown, equally gently, “it is the speech for the defence.” In the long an…
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The Sign of the Broken Sword - (1)
The thousand arms of the forest were grey, and its million fingers silver. In a sky of dark green-blue-like slate the stars were bleak and…
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The Sign of the Broken Sword - (2)
“But the account of that last day in the poor fellow’s life was certainly worth reading. I have it on me; but it’s too dark to read it here…
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The Three Tools of Death - (1)
Both by calling and conviction Father Brown knew better than most of us, that every man is dignified when he is dead. But even he felt a pa…
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The Three Tools of Death - (2)
“To keep it safe from the criminal, of course,” replied that person placidly. “Surely,” said Gilder, “Sir Aaron’s money might have been saf…