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med to be empty； but I swear I saw James lying huddled up in a corner； as if he were drugged or strangled。〃
〃This is very serious；〃 said Father Brown； gathering his errant hat and umbrella and standing up； 〃in point of fact I was just putting your case before this gentleman； and his view〃
〃Has been largely altered；〃 said the scientist gravely。 〃I do not think this young lady is so Celtic as I had supposed。 As I have nothing else to do； I will put on my hat and stroll down town with you。〃
In a few minutes all three were approaching the dreary tail of the MacNabs' street： the girl with the stern and breathless stride of the mountaineer； the criminologist with a lounging grace （which was not without a certain leopard…like swiftness）； and the priest at an energetic trot entirely devoid of distinction。 The aspect of this edge of the town was not entirely without justification for the doctor's hints about desolate moods and environments。 The scattered houses stood farther and farther apart in a broken string along the seashore； the afternoon was closing with a premature and partly lurid twilight； the sea was of an inky purple and murmuring ominously。 In the scrappy back garden of the MacNabs which ran down towards the sand； two black； barren…looking trees stood up like demon hands held up in astonishment； and as Mrs MacNab ran down the street to meet them with lean hands similarly spread； and her fierce face in shadow； she was a little like a demon herself。 The doctor and the priest made scant reply to her shrill reiterations of her daughter's story； with more disturbing details of her own； to the divided vows of vengeance against Mr Glass for murdering； and against Mr Todhunter for being murdered； or against the latter for having dared to want to marry her daughter； and for not having lived to do it。 They passed through the narrow passage in the front of the house until they came to the lodger's door at the back； and there Dr Hood； with the trick of an old detective； put his shoulder sharply to the panel and burst in the door。
It opened on a scene of silent catastrophe。 No one seeing it； even for a flash； could doubt that the room had been the theatre of some thrilling collision between two； or perhaps more； persons。 Playing…cards lay littered across the table or fluttered about the floor as if a game had been interrupted。 Two wine glasses stood ready for wine on a side…table； but a third lay smashed in a star of crystal upon the carpet。 A few feet from it lay what looked like a long knife or short sword； straight； but with an ornamental and pictured handle； its dull blade just caught a grey glint from the dreary window behind； which showed the black trees against the leaden level of the sea。 Towards the opposite corner of the room was rolled a gentleman's silk top hat； as if it had just been knocked off his head； so much so； indeed； that one almost looked to see it still rolling。 And in the corner behind it； thrown like a sack of potatoes； but corded like a railway trunk； lay Mr James Todhunter； with a scarf across his mouth； and six or seven ropes knotted round his elbows and ankles。 His brown eyes were alive and shifted alertly。
Dr Orion Hood paused for one instant on the doormat and drank in the whole scene of voiceless violence。 Then he stepped swiftly across the carpet； picked up the tall silk hat； and gravely put it upon the head of the yet pinioned Todhunter。 It was so much too large for him that it almost slipped down on to his shoulders。
〃Mr Glass's hat；〃 said the doctor； returning with it and peering into the inside with a pocket lens。 〃How to explain the absence of Mr Glass and the presence of Mr Glass's hat？ For Mr Glass is not a careless man with his clothes。 That hat is of a stylish shape and systematically brushed and burnished； though not very new。 An old dandy； I should think。〃
〃But； good heavens！〃 called out Miss MacNab； 〃aren't you going to untie the man first？〃
〃I say ‘old' with intention； though not with certainty〃 continued the expositor； 〃my reason for it might seem a little far…fetched。 The hair of human beings falls out in very varying degrees； but almost always falls out slightly； and with the lens I should see the tiny hairs in a hat recently worn。 It has none； which leads me to guess that Mr Glass is bald。 Now when this is taken with the high…pitched and querulous voice which Miss MacNab described so vividly （patience； my dear lady； patience）； when we take the hairless head together with the tone common in senile anger； I should think we may deduce some advance in years。 Nevertheless； he was probably vigorous； and he was almost certainly tall。 I might rely in some degree on the story of his previous appearance at the window； as a tall man in a silk hat； but I think I have more exact indication。 This wineglass has been smashed all over the place； but one of its splinters lies on the high bracket beside the mantelpiece。 No such fragment could have fallen there if the vessel had been smashed in the hand of a comparatively short man like Mr Todhunter。〃
〃By the way；〃 said Father Brown； 〃might it not be as well to untie Mr Todhunter？〃
〃Our lesson from the drinking…vessels does not end here；〃 proceeded the specialist。 〃I may say at once that it is possible that the man Glass was bald or nervous through dissipation rather than age。 Mr Todhunter； as has been remarked； is a quiet thrifty gentleman； essentially an abstainer。 These cards and wine…cups are no part of his normal habit； they have been produced for a particular companion。 But； as it happens； we may go farther。 Mr Todhunter may or may not possess this wine…service； but there is no appearance of his possessing any wine。 What； then； were these vessels to contain？ I would at once suggest some brandy or whisky； perhaps of a luxurious sort； from a flask in the pocket of Mr Glass。 We have thus something like a picture of the man； or at least of the type： tall； elderly； fashionable； but somewhat frayed； certainly fond of play and strong waters； perhaps rather too fond of them Mr Glass is a gentleman not unknown on the fringes of society。〃
〃Look here；〃 cried the young woman； 〃if you don't let me pass to untie him I'll run outside and scream for the police。〃
〃I should not advise you； Miss MacNab；〃 said Dr Hood gravely； 〃to be in any hurry to fetch the police。 Father Brown； I seriously ask you to compose your flock； for their sakes； not for mine。 Well； we have seen something of the figure and quality of Mr Glass； what are the chief facts known of Mr Todhunter？ They are substantially three： that he is economical； that he is more or less wealthy； and that he has a secret。 Now； surely it is obvious that there are the three chief marks of the kind of man who is blackmailed。 And surely it is equally obvious that the faded finery； the profligate habits； and the shrill irritation of Mr Glass are the unmistakable marks of the kind of man who blackmails him。 We have the two typical figures of a tragedy of hush money： on the one hand； the respectable man with a mystery； on the other； the West…end vulture with a scent for a mystery。 These