The Incredulity of Father Brown
the terrible hour. Almost without hearing them, he knew what the muttered words must be.
In the seventh hour I shall depart.
As he was about to say something soothing, the old man seemed suddenly to start awake and stiffen into anger; his mutterings changed to a fierce cry.
"You!" he cried, "you and your daylight! Even you won't say now there is no Doom for the Darnaways."
"My opinion about that is unchanged," said Father Brown mildly.
Then after a pause he added, "I hope you will observe poor Darnaway's last wish, and see the photograph is sent off."
"The photograph!" cried the doctor sharply. "What's the good of that? As a matter of fact, it's rather curious; but there isn't any photograph. It seems he never took it after all, after pottering about all day."
Father Brown swung round sharply. "Then take it yourselves," he said. "Poor Darnaway was perfectly right. It's most important that the photograph should be taken."
As all the visitors, the doctor, the priest, and the two artists trailed away in a black and dismal proces-
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