![]() ![]() ![]() He supposed it must be the echo but the odd thing was that the echo was not in the least like the original sound. ![]() ![]() The first full noise was immediately followed by a series of fainter noises- as he counted them, about six. It was the unmistakable noise of a pistol or carbine or some light firearm discharged but it was not this that puzzled him most. But as he passed under the shadow of one handsome villa with verandas and wide ornate gardens, he heard a noise that made him almost involuntarily stop. But all the windows and doors were sealed none of the people were of the sort that would be up at such a time, or still less on such an errand. At yet more distant intervals appeared the houses upon the broken fringe of the suburb their outlines became clearer and clearer until he recognized many in which he had chance acquaintances, and many more the names of whose owners he knew. The scattered trees outlined themselves more and more out of the vapour, as if they were first drawn in grey chalk and then in charcoal. FATHER BROWN was walking home from Mass on a white weird morning when the mists were slowly lifting-one of those mornings when the very element of light appears as something mysterious and new. ![]()
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