The world seemed waiting for Flambeau to leap like a tiger. But he was held back as by a spell;he was stunned with the utmost curiosity.
“Well,”went on Father Brown, with lumbering lucidity,“as you wouldn’t leave any tracks for the police, of course somebody had to. At every place we went to, I took care to do something that would get us talked about for the rest of the day. I didn’t do much harm——a splashed wall, spilt apples, a broken window;but I saved the cross, as the cross will always be saved. It is at Westminster by now. I rather wonder you didn’t stop it with the Donkey’s Whistle.”