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not bow he was killed； but how he was shot。 And the fact is we can't。 They had the girl most ruthlessly searched； for； to tell the truth； she was a little suspect； though the niece and ward of the wicked old Chamberlain； Paul Arnhold。 But she was very romantic； and was suspected of sympathy with the old revolutionary enthusiasm in her family。 All the same； however romantic you are； you can't imagine a big bullet into a man's jaw or brain without using a gun or pistol。 And there was no pistol； though there were two pistol shots。 I leave it to you； my friend。〃
〃How do you know there were two shots？〃 asked the little priest。
〃There was only one in his head；〃 said his companion； 〃but there was another bullet…hole in the sash。〃
Father Brown's smooth brow became suddenly constricted。 〃Was the other bullet found？〃 he demanded。
Flambeau started a little。 〃I don't think I remember；〃 he said。
〃Hold on！ Hold on！ Hold on！〃 cried Brown； frowning more and more； with a quite unusual concentration of curiosity。 〃Don't think me rude。 Let me think this out for a moment。〃
〃All right；〃 said Flambeau； laughing； and finished his beer。 A slight breeze stirred the budding trees and blew up into the sky cloudlets of white and pink that seemed to make the sky bluer and the whole coloured scene more quaint。 They might have been cherubs flying home to the casements of a sort of celestial nursery。 The oldest tower of the castle； the Dragon Tower； stood up as grotesque as the ale…mug； but as homely。 Only beyond the tower glimmered the wood in which the man had lain dead。
〃What became of this Hedwig eventually？〃 asked the priest at last。
〃She is married to General Schwartz；〃 said Flambeau。 〃No doubt you've heard of his career； which was rather romantic。 He had distinguished himself even； before his exploits at Sadowa and Gravelotte； in fact； he rose from the ranks； which is very unusual even in the smallest of the German。。。〃
Father Brown sat up suddenly。
〃Rose from the ranks！〃 he cried； and made a mouth as if to whistle。 〃Well； well； what a queer story！ What a queer way of killing a man； but I suppose it was the only one possible。 But to think of hate so patient〃
〃What do you mean？〃 demanded the other。 〃In what way did they kill the man？〃
〃They killed him with the sash；〃 said Brown carefully； and then； as Flambeau protested： 〃Yes； yes； I know about the bullet。 Perhaps I ought to say he died of having a sash。 I know it doesn't sound like having a disease。〃
〃I suppose；〃 said Flambeau； 〃that you've got some notion in your head； but it won't easily get the bullet out of his。 As I explained before； he might easily have been strangled。 But he was shot。 By whom？ By what？〃
〃He was shot by his own orders；〃 said the priest。
〃You mean he committed suicide？〃
〃I didn't say by his own wish；〃 replied Father Brown。 〃I said by his own orders。〃
〃Well； anyhow； what is your theory？〃
Father Brown laughed。 〃I am only on my holiday；〃 he said。 〃I haven't got any theories。 Only this place reminds me of fairy stories； and； if you like； I'll tell you a story。〃
The little pink clouds； that looked rather like sweet…stuff； had floated up to crown the turrets of the gilt gingerbread castle； and the pink baby fingers of the budding trees seemed spreading and stretching to reach them； the blue sky began to take a bright violet of evening； when Father Brown suddenly spoke again：
〃It was on a dismal night； with rain still dropping from the trees and dew already clustering； that Prince Otto of Grossenmark stepped hurriedly out of a side door of the castle and walked swiftly into the wood。 One of the innumerable sentries saluted him； but he did not notice it。 He had no wish to be specially noticed himself。 He was glad when the great trees； grey and already greasy with rain； swallowed him up like a swamp。 He had deliberately chosen the least frequented side of his palace； but even that was more frequented than he liked。 But there was no particular chance of officious or diplomatic pursuit； for his exit had been a sudden impulse。 All the full…dressed diplomatists he left behind were unimportant。 He had realized suddenly that he could do without them。
〃His great passion was not the much nobler dread of death； but the strange desire of gold。 For this legend of the gold he had left Grossenmark and invaded Heiligwaldenstein。 For this and only this he had bought the traitor and butchered the hero； for this he had long questioned and cross…questioned the false Chamberlain； until he had come to the conclusion that； touching his ignorance； the renegade really told the truth。 For this he had； somewhat reluctantly； paid and promised money on the chance of gaining the larger amount； and for this he had stolen out of his palace like a thief in the rain； for he had thought of another way to get the desire of his eyes； and to get it cheap。
〃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 above the town； stood the hermitage； hardly more than a cavern fenced with thorn； in which the third of the great brethren had long hidden himself from the world。 He； thought Prince Otto； could have no real reason for refusing to give up the gold。 He had known its place for years； and made no effort to find it； even before his new ascetic creed had cut him off from property or pleasures。 True； he had been an enemy； but he now professed a duty of having no enemies。 Some concession to his cause； some appeal to his principles； would probably get the mere money secret out of him。 Otto was no coward； in spite of his network of military precautions； and； in any case； his avarice was stronger than his fears。 Nor was there much cause for fear。 Since he was certain there were no private arms in the whole principality； he was a hundred times more certain there were none in the Quaker's little hermitage on the hill； where he lived on herbs； with two old rustic servants； and with no other voice of man for year after year。 Prince Otto looked down with something of a grim smile at the bright； square labyrinths of the lamp…lit city below him。 For as far as the eye could see there ran the rifles of his friends； and not one pinch of powder for his enemies。 Rifles ranked so close even to that mountain path that a cry from him would bring the soldiers rushing up the hill； to say nothing of the fact that the wood and ridge were patrolled at regular intervals； rifles so far away； in the dim woods； dwarfed by distance； beyond the river； that an enemy could not slink into the town by any detour。 And round the palace rifles at the west door and the east door； at the north door and the south； and all along the four facades linking them。 He was safe。
〃It was all the more clear when he had crested the ridge and found how naked was the nest of his old enemy。 He found himself on a small platform of rock； broken abruptly by the three corners of precipice。 Behind was the black cave； masked with green thorn； so low that it was hard to belie