The Secret of Father Brown

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English

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Middle Aged (35-54)

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British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) North American (US General American - GenAM)

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It was the sharp but not on friendly face of a lawyer named Granby, whose patches of grey hair might almost have been the powder from a wig. So incongruous were they with his youthful energy of movement. He was one of those men in the city who run about like schoolboys in and out of their offices. He could not run around the fashionable picture gallery quite in that fashion, but he looked as if he wanted Teo and fretted as he glanced toe left and right, seeking somebody he knew. I didn't know, said Father Brown, smiling that you were a patron of the new art. I didn't know that you were retorted the other. I came here to catch a man. I hope you'll have good sport, answered the priest. I'm doing much the same. Said he was passing through to the continent, snorted the solicitor, and I could meet him in this cranky place. He ruminated a moment and said abruptly, Look here. I know you can keep a secret. Do you know Sir John Mask? No, answered the priest, but I should hardly have thought he was a secret, though they say he does hide himself in a castle. Isn't he the old man? They tell all those tales about how he lives in a tower with a really poor Tallis and a drawbridge. Each on generally refuses to emerge from the dark ages. Is he one of your clients? No, replied grand. Be shortly. It is his son, Captain Musgrave, who has come to us. But the old man counts for a good deal in the affair, and I don't know him. That's the point. Look here. This is confidential, as I say, but I can confide in you. He dropped his voice and drew his friend apart into a side gallery containing representations of various rial objects, which was comparatively empty. This young Musgrave, he said, wants to raise a big sum from us on a post orbit on his old father in Northumberland. The old man's long past 70 and presumably will orbit sometime or other. But what about the post, so to speak? What will happen afterwards to his cash and castles and port calluses and all the rest is a very final two state and still worth a lot. But strangely enough, it isn't entailed, so you see how we stand. The question is, as the man said in Dickins, is the old man friendly