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i； and beside it a sealed business letter which； after a glance at the address； he returned to the elder Harrogate。 On the other side of him the grass partly hid Miss Ethel's sunshade； and just beyond it lay a curious little glass bottle hardly two inches long。 The priest picked it up； in a quick； unobtrusive manner he uncorked and sniffed it； and his heavy face turned the colour of clay。
〃Heaven deliver us！〃 he muttered； 〃it can't be hers！ Has her sorrow come on her already？〃 He slipped it into his own waistcoat pocket。 〃I think I'm justified；〃 he said； 〃till I know a little more。〃
He gazed painfully at the girl； at that moment being raised out of the flowers by Muscari； who was saying： 〃We have fallen into heaven； it is a sign。 Mortals climb up and they fall down； but it is only gods and goddesses who can fall upwards。〃
And indeed she rose out of the sea of colours so beautiful and happy a vision that the priest felt his suspicion shaken and shifted。 〃After all；〃 he thought； 〃perhaps the poison isn't hers； perhaps it's one of Muscari's melodramatic tricks。〃
Muscari set the lady lightly on her feet； made her an absurdly theatrical bow； and then； drawing his cutlass； hacked hard at the taut reins of the horses； so that they scrambled to their feet and stood in the grass trembling。 When he had done so； a most remarkable thing occurred。 A very quiet man； very poorly dressed and extremely sunburnt； came out of the bushes and took hold of the horses' heads。 He had a queer…shaped knife； very broad and crooked； buckled on his belt； there was nothing else remarkable about him； except his sudden and silent appearance。 The poet asked him who he was； and he did not answer。
Looking around him at the confused and startled group in the hollow； Muscari then perceived that another tanned and tattered man； with a short gun under his arm； was looking at them from the ledge just below； leaning his elbows on the edge of the turf。 Then he looked up at the road from which they had fallen and saw； looking down on them； the muzzles of four other carbines and four other brown faces with bright but quite motionless eyes。
〃The brigands！〃 cried Muscari； with a kind of monstrous gaiety。 〃This was a trap。 Ezza； if you will oblige me by shooting the coachman first； we can cut our way out yet。 There are only six of them。〃
〃The coachman；〃 said Ezza； who was standing grimly with his hands in his pockets； 〃happens to be a servant of Mr Harrogate's。〃
〃Then shoot him all the more；〃 cried the poet impatiently； 〃he was bribed to upset his master。 Then put the lady in the middle； and we will break the line up therewith a rush。〃
And； wading in wild grass and flowers； he advanced fearlessly on the four carbines； but finding that no one followed except young Harrogate； he turned； brandishing his cutlass to wave the others on。 He beheld the courier still standing slightly astride in the centre of the grassy ring； his hands in his pockets； and his lean； ironical Italian face seemed to grow longer and longer in the evening light。
〃You thought； Muscari； I was the failure among our schoolfellows；〃 he said； 〃and you thought you were the success。 But I have succeeded more than you and fill a bigger place in history。 I have been acting epics while you have been writing them。〃
〃Come on； I tell you！〃 thundered Muscari from above。 〃Will you stand there talking nonsense about yourself with a woman to save and three strong men to help you？ What do you call yourself？〃
〃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 summer palace。〃
And even as he spoke five more silent men with weapons ready came out of the bushes； and looked towards him for their orders。 One of them held a large paper in his hand。
〃This pretty little nest where we are all picnicking；〃 went on the courier…brigand； with the same easy yet sinister smile； 〃is； together with some caves underneath it； known by the name of the Paradise of Thieves。 It is my principal stronghold on these hills； for （as you have doubtless noticed） the eyrie is invisible both from the road above and from the valley below。 It is something better than impregnable； it is unnoticeable。 Here I mostly live； and here I shall certainly die； if the gendarmes ever track me here。 I am not the kind of criminal that ‘reserves his defence；' but the better kind that reserves his last bullet。〃
All were staring at him thunderstruck and still； except Father Brown； who heaved a huge sigh as of relief and fingered the little phial in his pocket。 〃Thank God！〃 he muttered； 〃that's much more probable。 The poison belongs to this robber…chief； of course。 He carries it so that he may never be captured； like Cato。〃
The King of Thieves was； however； continuing his address with the same kind of dangerous politeness。 〃It only remains for me；〃 he said； 〃to explain to my guests the social conditions upon which I have the pleasure of entertaining them。 I need not expound the quaint old ritual of ransom； which it is incumbent upon me to keep up； and even this only applies to a part of the company。 The Reverend Father Brown and the celebrated Signor Muscari I shall release tomorrow at dawn and escort to my outposts。 Poets and priests； if you will pardon my simplicity of speech； never have any money。 And so （since it is impossible to get anything out of them）； let us； seize the opportunity to show our admiration for classic literature and our reverence for Holy Church。〃
He paused with an unpleasing smile； and Father Brown blinked repeatedly at him； and seemed suddenly to be listening with great attention。 The brigand captain took the large paper from the attendant brigand and； glancing over it； continued： 〃My other intentions are clearly set forth in this public document； which I will hand round in a moment； and which after that will be posted on a tree by every village in the valley； and every cross…road in the hills。 I will not weary you with the verbalism； since you will be able to check it； the substance of my proclamation is this： I announce first that I have captured the English millionaire； the colossus of finance； Mr Samuel Harrogate。 I next announce that I have found on his person notes and bonds for two thousand pounds； which he has given up to me。 Now since it would be really immoral to announce such a thing to a credulous public if it had not occurred； I suggest it should occur without further delay。 I suggest that Mr Harrogate senior should now give me the two thousand pounds in his pocket。〃
The banker looked at him under lowering brows； red…faced and sulky； but seemingly cowed。 That leap from the failing carriage seemed to have used up his last virility。 He had held back in a hang…dog style when his son and Muscari had made a bold movement to break out of the brigand trap。 And now his red and trembling hand went reluctantly to his breast…pocket； and passed a bundle of papers and envelopes to the brigand。
〃Excellent！〃 cried that outlaw gaily； 〃so far we are all cosy。 I resume the point