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
The Father Brown mysteries are unique, I believe, in the genre of Mystery fiction. Father Brown is an unlikely detective, excessively ordinary and stupid looking. His extraordinary abilities lie in his careful knowledge of human nature, which his position as a priest and confessor gives him. He is also exceedingly rational in nature, but kind and humble and not at all caught up in his own abilities. The stories are interesting, ranging from the innocent and amusing, such as 'The Disappearance of Mr. Glass' and darker stories such as 'The Salad of Colonel Cray,' one of my favorites.
Published before WWI, the Catholic Chesterton points out some of the foibles and inconsistencies of the secular society in which he lives. Father Brown is very accessible and a joy to read, leaving the reader with a satisfied feeling and a smile.