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t said with dull civility： 〃I believe Miss Rome sent for me。〃
A shrewd observer might have remarked that the emotional temperature rather rose at so unemotional an interruption。 The detachment of a professional celibate seemed to reveal to the others that they stood round the woman as a ring of amorous rivals； just as a stranger coming in with frost on his coat will reveal that a room is like a furnace。 The presence of the one man who did not care about her increased Miss Rome's sense that everybody else was in love with her； and each in a somewhat dangerous way： the actor with all the appetite of a savage and a spoilt child； the soldier with all the simple selfishness of a man of will rather than mind； Sir Wilson with that daily hardening concentration with which old Hedonists take to a hobby； nay； even the abject Parkinson； who had known her before her triumphs； and who followed her about the room with eyes or feet； with the dumb fascination of a dog。
A shrewd person might also have noted a yet odder thing。 The man like a black wooden Noah （who was not wholly without shrewdness） noted it with a considerable but contained amusement。 It was evident that the great Aurora； though by no means indifferent to the admiration of the other sex； wanted at this moment to get rid of all the men who admired her and be left alone with the man who did not did not admire her in that sense at least； for the little priest did admire and even enjoy the firm feminine diplomacy with which she set about her task。 There was； perhaps； only one thing that Aurora Rome was clever about； and that was one half of humanity the other half。 The little priest watched； like a Napoleonic campaign； the swift precision of her policy for expelling all while banishing none。 Bruno； the big actor； was so babyish that it was easy to send him off in brute sulks； banging the door。 Cutler； the British officer； was pachydermatous to ideas； but punctilious about behaviour。 He would ignore all hints； but he would die rather than ignore a definite commission from a lady。 As to old Seymour； he had to be treated differently； he had to be left to the last。 The only way to move him was to appeal to him in confidence as an old friend； to let him into the secret of the clearance。 The priest did really admire Miss Rome as she achieved all these three objects in one selected action。
She went across to Captain Cutler and said in her sweetest manner： 〃I shall value all these flowers； because they must be your favourite flowers。 But they won't be complete； you know； without my favourite flower。 Do go over to that shop round the corner and get me some lilies…of…the…valley； and then it will be quite lovely。〃
The first object of her diplomacy； the exit of the enraged Bruno； was at once achieved。 He had already handed his spear in a lordly style； like a sceptre； to the piteous Parkinson； and was about to assume one of the cushioned seats like a throne。 But at this open appeal to his rival there glowed in his opal eyeballs all the sensitive insolence of the slave； he knotted his enormous brown fists for an instant； and then； dashing open the door； disappeared into his own apartments beyond。 But meanwhile Miss Rome's experiment in mobilizing the British Army had not succeeded so simply as seemed probable。 Cutler had indeed risen stiffly and suddenly； and walked towards the door； hatless； as if at a word of command。 But perhaps there was something ostentatiously elegant about the languid figure of Seymour leaning against one of the looking…glasses that brought him up short at the entrance； turning his head this way and that like a bewildered bulldog。
〃I must show this stupid man where to go；〃 said Aurora in a whisper to Seymour； and ran out to the threshold to speed the parting guest。
Seymour seemed to be listening； elegant and unconscious as was his posture； and he seemed relieved when he heard the lady call out some last instructions to the Captain； and then turn sharply and run laughing down the passage towards the other end； the end on the terrace above the Thames。 Yet a second or two after Seymour's brow darkened again。 A man in his position has so many rivals； and he remembered that at the other end of the passage was the corresponding entrance to Bruno's private room。 He did not lose his dignity； he said some civil words to Father Brown about the revival of Byzantine architecture in the Westminster Cathedral； and then； quite naturally； strolled out himself into the upper end of the passage。 Father Brown and Parkinson were left alone； and they were neither of them men with a taste for superfluous conversation。 The dresser went round the room； pulling out looking…glasses and pushing them in again； his dingy dark coat and trousers looking all the more dismal since he was still holding the festive fairy spear of King Oberon。 Every time he pulled out the frame of a new glass； a new black figure of Father Brown appeared； the absurd glass chamber was full of Father Browns； upside down in the air like angels； turning somersaults like acrobats； turning their backs to everybody like very rude persons。
Father Brown seemed quite unconscious of this cloud of witnesses； but followed Parkinson with an idly attentive eye till he took himself and his absurd spear into the farther room of Bruno。 Then he abandoned himself to such abstract meditations as always amused him calculating the angles of the mirrors； the angles of each refraction； the angle at which each must fit into the wall。。。when he heard a strong but strangled cry。
He sprang to his feet and stood rigidly listening。 At the same instant Sir Wilson Seymour burst back into the room； white as ivory。 〃Who's that man in the passage？〃 he cried。 〃Where's that dagger of mine？〃
Before Father Brown could turn in his heavy boots Seymour was plunging about the room looking for the weapon。 And before he could possibly find that weapon or any other； a brisk running of feet broke upon the pavement outside； and the square face of Cutler was thrust into the same doorway。 He was still grotesquely grasping a bunch of lilies…of…the…valley。 〃What's this？〃 he cried。 〃What's that creature down the passage？ Is this some of your tricks？〃
〃My tricks！〃 hissed his pale rival； and made a stride towards him。
In the instant of time in which all this happened Father Brown stepped out into the top of the passage； looked down it； and at once walked briskly towards what he saw。
At this the other two men dropped their quarrel and darted after him； Cutler calling out： 〃What are you doing？ Who are you？〃
〃My name is Brown；〃 said the priest sadly； as he bent over something and straightened himself again。 〃Miss Rome sent for me； and I came as quickly as I could。 I have come too late。〃
The three men looked down； and in one of them at least the life died in that late light of afternoon。 It ran along the passage like a path of gold； and in the midst of it Aurora Rome lay lustrous in her robes of green and gold； with her dead face turned upwards。 Her dress was torn away as in a struggle； leaving the right shoulder bare； but the wound from