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Flambeau gazed at his friend for some time； with an expression between perplexity and amusement； and then； rising from the table； squeezed his huge form out of the little door of the dwarf tavern； and melted into the twilight。
Father Brown took a small book out of his pocket and began to read steadily； he betrayed no consciousness of the fact that the red…haired lady had left her own table and sat down opposite him。 At last she leaned over and said in a low； strong voice： 〃Why do you say that？ How do you know it's false？〃
He lifted his rather heavy eyelids； which fluttered in considerable embarrassment。 Then his dubious eye roamed again to the white lettering on the glass front of the public…house。 The young woman's eyes followed his； and rested there also； but in pure puzzledom。
〃No；〃 said Father Brown； answering her thoughts。 〃It doesn't say ‘Sela'； like the thing in the Psalms； I read it like that myself when I was wool…gathering just now； it says ‘Ales。'〃
〃Well？〃 inquired the staring young lady。 〃What does it matter what it says？〃
His ruminating eye roved to the girl's light canvas sleeve； round the wrist of which ran a very slight thread of artistic pattern； just enough to distinguish it from a working…dress of a common woman and make it more like the working…dress of a lady art…student。 He seemed to find much food for thought in this； but his reply was very slow and hesitant。 〃You see； madam；〃 he said； 〃from outside the place lookswell； it is a perfectly decent placebut ladies like you don'tdon't generally think so。 They never go into such places from choice； except〃
〃Well？〃 she repeated。
〃Except an unfortunate few who don't go in to drink milk。〃
〃You are a most singular person；〃 said the young lady。 〃What is your object in all this？〃
〃Not to trouble you about it；〃 he replied； very gently。 〃Only to arm myself with knowledge enough to help you； if ever you freely ask my help。〃
〃But why should I need help？〃
He continued his dreamy monologue。 〃You couldn't have come in to see protegees； humble friends； that sort of thing； or you'd have gone through into the parlour。。。and you couldn't have come in because you were ill； or you'd have spoken to the woman of the place； who's obviously respectable。。。besides； you don't look ill in that way； but only unhappy。。。。 This street is the only original long lane that has no turning； and the houses on both sides are shut up。。。。 I could only suppose that you'd seen somebody coming whom you didn't want to meet； and found the public…house was the only shelter in this wilderness of stone。。。。 I don't think I went beyond the licence of a stranger in glancing at the only man who passed immediately after。。。。 And as I thought he looked like the wrong sort。。。and you looked like the right sort。。。。 I held myself ready to help if he annoyed you； that is all。 As for my friend； he'll be back soon； and he certainly can't find out anything by stumping down a road like this。。。。 I didn't think he could。〃
〃Then why did you send him out？〃 she cried； leaning forward with yet warmer curiosity。 She had the proud； impetuous face that goes with reddish colouring； and a Roman nose； as it did in Marie Antoinette。
He looked at her steadily for the first time； and said： 〃Because I hoped you would speak to me。〃
She looked back at him for some time with a heated face； in which there hung a red shadow of anger； then； despite her anxieties； humour broke out of her eyes and the corners of her mouth； and she answered almost grimly： 〃Well； if you're so keen on my conversation； perhaps you'll answer my question。〃 After a pause she added： 〃I had the honour to ask you why you thought the man's nose was false。〃
〃The wax always spots like that just a little in this weather；〃 answered Father Brown with entire simplicity；
〃But it's such a crooked nose；〃 remonstrated the red…haired girl。
The priest smiled in his turn。 〃I don't say it's the sort of nose one would wear out of mere foppery；〃 he admitted。 〃This man； I think； wears it because his real nose is so much nicer。〃
〃But why？〃 she insisted。
〃What is the nursery…rhyme？〃 observed Brown absent…mindedly。 〃There was a crooked man and he went a crooked mile。。。。 That man； I fancy； has gone a very crooked roadby following his nose。〃
〃Why； what's he done？〃 she demanded； rather shakily。
〃I don't want to force your confidence by a hair；〃 said Father Brown； very quietly。 〃But I think you could tell me more about that than I can tell you。〃
The girl sprang to her feet and stood quite quietly； but with clenched hands； like one about to stride away； then her hands loosened slowly； and she sat down again。 〃You are more of a mystery than all the others；〃 she said desperately； 〃but I feel there might be a heart in your mystery。〃
〃What we all dread most；〃 said the priest in a low voice； 〃is a maze with no centre。 That is why atheism is only a nightmare。〃 〃I will tell you everything；〃 said the red…haired girl doggedly； 〃except why I am telling you； and that I don't know。〃
She picked at the darned table…cloth and went on： 〃You look as if you knew what isn't snobbery as well as what is； and when I say that ours is a good old family； you'll understand it is a necessary part of the story； indeed； my chief danger is in my brother's high…and…dry notions； noblesse oblige and all that。 Well； my name is Christabel Carstairs； and my father was that Colonel Carstairs you've probably heard of； who made the famous Carstairs Collection of Roman coins。 I could never describe my father to you； the nearest I can say is that he was very like a Roman coin himself。 He was as handsome and as genuine and as valuable and as metallic and as out…of…date。 He was prouder of his Collection than of his coat…of…arms nobody could say more than that。 His extraordinary character came out most in his will。 He had two sons and one daughter。 He quarrelled with one son； my brother Giles； and sent him to Australia on a small allowance。 He then made a will leaving the Carstairs Collection； actually with a yet smaller allowance； to my brother Arthur。 He meant it as a reward； as the highest honour he could offer； in acknowledgement of Arthur's loyalty and rectitude and the distinctions he had already gained in mathematics and economics at Cambridge。 He left me practically all his pretty large fortune； and I am sure he meant it in contempt。
〃Arthur； you may say； might well complain of this； but Arthur is my father over again。 Though he had some differences with my father in early youth； no sooner had he taken over the Collection than he became like a pagan priest dedicated to a temple。 He mixed up these Roman halfpence with the honour of the Carstairs family in the same stiff； idolatrous way as his father before him。 He acted as if Roman money must be guarded by all the Roman virtues。 He took no pleasures； he spent nothing on himself； he lived for the Collection。 Often he would not trouble to dress for his simple meals； but pattered about among the corded brown…paper parcels （which no one