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The Wisdom of Father Brown

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  1. ONE — The Absence of Mr Glass (1)
    THE consulting-rooms of Dr Orion Hood, the eminent criminologist and specialist in certain moral disorders, lay along the sea-front at Scar…
  2. ONE — The Absence of Mr Glass (2)
    “I should not advise you, Miss MacNab,” said Dr Hood gravely, “to be in any hurry to fetch the police. Father Brown, I seriously ask you to…
  3. TWO. — The Paradise of Thieves (1)
    THE great Muscari, most original of the young Tuscan poets, walked swiftly into his favourite restaurant, which overlooked the Mediterranea…
  4. TWO. — The Paradise of Thieves (2)
    “I call myself Montano,” cried the strange courier in a voice equally loud and full. “I am the King of Thieves, and I welcome you all to my…
  5. THREE — The Duel of Dr Hirsch (1)
    M. MAURICE BRUN and M. Armand Armagnac were crossing the sunlit Champs Elysee with a kind of vivacious respectability. They were both short…
  6. THREE — The Duel of Dr Hirsch (2)
    Silence had sunk around them with the emptying of the tables; it was already late, though the sunlight still clung to everything, as if acc…
  7. FOUR — The Man in the Passage (1)
    TWO men appeared simultaneously at the two ends of a sort of passage running along the side of the Apollo Theatre in the Adelphi. The eveni…
  8. FOUR — The Man in the Passage (2)
    “We are all dead,” said Seymour in a strange voice, looking down the road. They took leave of Father Brown at the corner of the road, with…
  9. FIVE — The Mistake of the Machine (1)
    FLAMBEAU and his friend the priest were sitting in the Temple Gardens about sunset; and their neighbourhood or some such accidental influen…
  10. FIVE — The Mistake of the Machine (2)
    “I mean Man,” said Father Brown, “the most unreliable machine I know of. I don’t want to be rude; and I don’t think you will consider Man t…
  11. SIX — The Head of Caesar (1)
    THERE is somewhere in Brompton or Kensington an interminable avenue of tall houses, rich but largely empty, that looks like a terrace of to…
  12. SIX — The Head of Caesar (2)
    “When Philip lifted his head at last from mending his net he looked rather red, as if sulky or ashamed; but it may have been only the exert…
  13. SEVEN — The Purple Wig (1)
    MR EDWARD NUTT, the industrious editor of the Daily Reformer, sat at his desk, opening letters and marking proofs to the merry tune of a ty…
  14. SEVEN — The Purple Wig (2)
    “What a lovely colour a lemon is!” he said. “There’s one thing I don’t like about the Duke’s wig—the colour.” “I don’t think I understand,”…
  15. EIGHT — The Perishing of the Pendragons (1)
    FATHER BROWN was in no mood for adventures. He had lately fallen ill with over-work, and when he began to recover, his friend Flambeau had…
  16. EIGHT — The Perishing of the Pendragons (2)
    He was gazing at three carved symbols, which, though very worn and obscure, seemed still to convey some sense to him. The first seemed to b…
  17. NINE — The God of the Gongs (1)
    IT was one of those chilly and empty afternoons in early winter, when the daylight is silver rather than gold and pewter rather than silver…
  18. NINE — The God of the Gongs (2)
    “It’s odd you should mention Epsom,” said the priest. “Do you remember what was called the Sutton Mystery, because two suspected men—ice-cr…
  19. TEN — The Salad of Colonel Cray (1)
    FATHER BROWN was walking home from Mass on a white weird morning when the mists were slowly lifting—one of those mornings when the very ele…
  20. TEN — The Salad of Colonel Cray (2)
    “The second happened in a lodging in Port Said, later, on our journey home together. It was a jumble of tavern and curiosity-shop; and thou…
  21. ELEVEN — The Strange Crime of John Boulnois (1)
    MR CALHOUN KIDD was a very young gentleman with a very old face, a face dried up with its own eagerness, framed in blue-black hair and a bl…
  22. ELEVEN — The Strange Crime of John Boulnois (2)
    “I fear I’m no use here,” he said, with a brief sigh. “I’ll say good night to you, gentlemen.” And he walked away up the dark avenue toward…
  23. TWELVE — The Fairy Tale of Father Brown (1)
    THE picturesque city and state of Heiligwaldenstein was one of those toy kingdoms of which certain parts of the German Empire still consist…
  24. TWELVE — The Fairy Tale of Father Brown (2)
    “Away at the upper end of a rambling mountain path to which he was making his way, among the pillared rocks along the ridge that hangs abov…
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