第 29 节
作者:别克陆上公务舱      更新:2021-02-18 22:20      字数:9318
  were prominent and piercing。  His colour was curiously attractive; while partly tropical; it reminded one vaguely of a blood…orange。  That is; that while it was ruddy and sanguine; there was a yellow in it that was in no way sickly; but seemed rather to glow like gold apples of the Hesperides Father Brown thought he had never seen a figure so expressive of all the romances about the countries of the Sun。
  When Fanshaw had presented his two friends to their host he fell again into a tone of rallying the latter about his wreckage of the fence and his apparent rage of profanity。  The Admiral pooh…poohed it at first as a piece of necessary but annoying garden work; but at length the ring of real energy came back into his laughter; and he cried with a mixture of impatience and good humour:
  〃Well; perhaps I do go at it a bit rabidly; and feel a kind of pleasure in smashing anything。  So would you if your only pleasure was in cruising about to find some new Cannibal Islands; and you had to stick on this muddy little rockery in a sort of rustic pond。  When I remember how I've cut down a mile and a half of green poisonous jungle with an old cutlass half as sharp as this; and then remember I must stop here and chop this matchwood; because of some confounded old bargain scribbled in a family Bible; why; I〃
  He swung up the heavy steel again; and this time sundered the wall of wood from top to bottom at one stroke。
  〃I feel like that;〃 he said laughing; but furiously flinging the sword some yards down the path; 〃and now let's go up to the house; you must have some dinner。〃
  The semicircle of lawn in front of the house was varied by three circular garden beds; one of red tulips; a second of yellow tulips; and the third of some white; waxen…looking blossoms that the visitors did not know and presumed to be exotic。  A heavy; hairy and rather sullen…looking gardener was hanging up a heavy coil of garden hose。  The corners of the expiring sunset which seemed to cling about the corners of the house gave glimpses here and there of the colours of remoter flowerbeds; and in a treeless space on one side of the house opening upon the river stood a tall brass tripod on which was tilted a big brass telescope。  Just outside the steps of the porch stood a little painted green garden table; as if someone had just had tea there。  The entrance was flanked with two of those half…featured lumps of stone with holes for eyes that are said to be South Sea idols; and on the brown oak beam across the doorway were some confused carvings that looked almost as barbaric。
  As they passed indoors; the little cleric hopped suddenly on to the table; and standing on it peered unaffectedly through his spectacles at the mouldings in the oak。  Admiral Pendragon looked very much astonished; though not particularly annoyed; while Fanshaw was so amused with what looked like a performing pigmy on his little stand; that he could not control his laughter。  But Father Brown was not likely to notice either the laughter or the astonishment。
  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 be the outline of some tower or other building; crowned with what looked like curly…pointed ribbons。  The second was clearer:  an old Elizabethan galley with decorative waves beneath it; but interrupted in the middle by a curious jagged rock; which was either a fault in the wood or some conventional representation of the water coming in。  The third represented the upper half of a human figure; ending in an escalloped line like the waves; the face was rubbed and featureless; and both arms were held very stiffly up in the air。
  〃Well;〃 muttered Father Brown; blinking; 〃here is the legend of the Spaniard plain enough。  Here he is holding up his arms and cursing in the sea; and here are the two curses:  the wrecked ship and the burning of Pendragon Tower。〃
  Pendragon shook his head with a kind of venerable amusement。  〃And how many other things might it not be?〃 he said。  〃Don't you know that that sort of half…man; like a half…lion or half…stag; is quite common in heraldry?  Might not that line through the ship be one of those parti…per…pale lines; indented; I think they call it?  And though the third thing isn't so very heraldic; it would be more heraldic to suppose it a tower crowned with laurel than with fire; and it looks just as like it。〃
  〃But it seems rather odd;〃 said Flambeau; 〃that it should exactly confirm the old legend。〃
  〃Ah;〃 replied the sceptical traveller; 〃but you don't know how much of the old legend may have been made up from the old figures。  Besides; it isn't the only old legend。  Fanshaw; here; who is fond of such things; will tell you there are other versions of the tale; and much more horrible ones。  One story credits my unfortunate ancestor with having had the Spaniard cut in two; and that will fit the pretty picture also。  Another obligingly credits our family with the possession of a tower full of snakes and explains those little; wriggly things in that way。  And a third theory supposes the crooked line on the ship to be a conventionalized thunderbolt; but that alone; if seriously examined; would show what a very little way these unhappy coincidences really go。〃
  〃Why; how do you mean?〃 asked Fanshaw。
  〃It so happens;〃 replied his host coolly; 〃that there was no thunder and lightning at all in the two or three shipwrecks I know of in our family。〃
  〃Oh!〃 said Father Brown; and jumped down from the little table。
  There was another silence in which they heard the continuous murmur of the river; then Fanshaw said; in a doubtful and perhaps disappointed tone:  〃Then you don't think there is anything in the tales of the tower in flames?〃
  〃There are the tales; of course;〃 said the Admiral; shrugging his shoulders; 〃and some of them; I don't deny; on evidence as decent as one ever gets for such things。  Someone saw a blaze hereabout; don't you know; as he walked home through a wood; someone keeping sheep on the uplands inland thought he saw a flame hovering over Pendragon Tower。  Well; a damp dab of mud like this confounded island seems the last place where one would think of fires。〃
  〃What is that fire over there?〃 asked Father Brown with a gentle suddenness; pointing to the woods on the left river…bank。  They were all thrown a little off their balance; and the more fanciful Fanshaw had even some difficulty in recovering his; as they saw a long; thin stream of blue smoke ascending silently into the end of the evening light。
  Then Pendragon broke into a scornful laugh again。  〃Gipsies!〃 he said; 〃they've been camping about here for about a week。  Gentlemen; you want your dinner;〃 and he turned as if to enter the house。
  But the antiquarian superstition in Fanshaw was still quivering; and he said hastily:  〃But; Admiral; what's that hissing noise quite near the island?  It's very like fire。〃
  〃It's more like what it is;〃 said the Admiral; laughing as he led the way; 〃it's only some canoe going by。〃
  Almost as he spoke; the butler; a lean man in black; with very black hair and a very long; yellow face; appeared in the doorway and told him that dinner was served。
  The dining…room was as nautical as the cabin of a ship; but its note was rather that of the modern than the Elizabethan captain。  There were; indeed; three antiquated cutlasses in a trophy over the fireplace; and one brown sixteenth…century map with Tritons and little ships dotted about a curly sea。  But such things were less prominent on the white panelling than some cases of quaint…coloured South American birds; very scientifically stuffed; fantastic shells from the Pacific; and several instruments so rude and queer in shape that savages might have used them either to kill their enemies or to cook them。  But the alien colour culminated in the fact that; besides the butler; the Admiral's only servants were two negroes; somewhat quaintly clad in tight uniforms of yellow。  The priest's instinctive trick of analysing his own impressions told him that the colour and the little neat coat…tails of these bipeds had suggested the word 〃Canary;〃 and so by a mere pun connected them with southward travel。  Towards the end of the dinner they took their yellow clothes and black faces out of the room; leaving only the black clothes and yellow face of the butler。
  〃I'm rather sorry you take this so lightly;〃 said Fanshaw to the host; 〃for the truth is; I've brought these friends of mine with the idea of their helping you; as they know a good deal of these things。  Don't you really believe in the family story at all?〃
  〃I don't believe in anything;〃 answered Pendragon very briskly; with a bright eye cocked at a red tropical bird。  〃I'm a man of science。〃
  Rather to Flambeau's surprise; his clerical friend; who seemed to have entirely woken up; took up the digression and talked natural history with his host with a flow of words and much unexpected information; until the dessert and decanters were set down and the last of the servants vanished。  Then he said; without altering his tone。