THE WISDOM OF FATHER BROWN
place; well, I was walking early this evening up a steep lane with dark hedges and grey-looking ploughed fields on both sides; and a young moon was up and silvering the road. By the light of it I saw a man running across the field towards the road; running with his body bent and at a good mile-race trot. He appeared to be much exhausted; but when he came to the thick black hedge he went through it as if it were made of spiders' webs; or rather (for I heard the strong branches breaking and snapping like bayonets) as if he himself were made of stone. In the instant in which he appeared up against the moon, crossing the road, I slung my hooked cane at his legs, tripping him and bringing him down. Then I blew my whistle long and loud, and our fellows came running up to secure him."
"It would have been rather awkward," remarked Brown, "if you had found he was a popular athlete practising a mile race."
"He was not," said Usher grimly. "We soon found out who he was; but I had guessed it with the first glint of the moon on him."
"You thought it was the runaway convict," observed the priest simply, "because you had read in the newspaper cutting that morning that a convict had run away."
"I had somewhat better grounds," replied the governor coolly. "I pass over the first as too
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