THE SALAD OF COLONEL CRAY
persecute this house; I know better than you why——"
The Major patted him on the shoulder with a gesture almost peculiar to the soothing of a sick child, and said: "It was a burglar. Obviously it was a burglar."
"A burglar with a bad cold," observed Father Brown, "that might assist you to trace him in the neighbourhood."
The Major shook his head in a sombre manner. "He must be far beyond tracing now, I fear," he said.
Then, as the restless man with the revolver turned again towards the door into the garden, he added in a husky, confidential voice: "I doubt whether I should send for the police, for fear my friend here has been a little too free with his bullets, and got on the wrong side of the law. He's lived in very wild places; and, to be frank with you, I think he sometimes fancies things."
"I think you once told me," said Brown, "that he believes some Indian secret society is pursuing him."
Major Putnam nodded, but at the same time shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose we'd better follow him outside," he said. "I don't want any more—shall we say, sneezing?"
They passed out into the morning light, which
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