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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] entered on the ship s register as Paul T. Tarrant. He was an American type which might be more truly called an American antitype. Every nation probably has an antitype; a sort of extreme exception that proves the national rule. Americans really respect work, rather as Europeans respect war. There is a halo of heroism about it; and he who shrinks from it is less than a man. The antitype is evident through being exceedingly rare. He is the dandy or dude: the wealthy waster who makes a weak villain for so many American novels. Paul Tarrant seemed to have nothing whatever to do but change his clothes, which he did about six times a day; passing into paler or richer shades of his suit of exquisite light grey, like the delicate silver changes of the twilight. Unlike most Americans, he cultivated very carefully a short, curly beard; and unlike most dandies, even of his own type, he seemed rather sulky than showy. Perhaps there was something almost Byronic about his silence and his gloom. The next two travelers were naturally classed together; merely because they were both English lecturers returning from an American tour. One of them was described as Leonard Smyth, apparently a minor poet, but something of a major journalist; long-headed, light-haired, perfectly dressed, and perfectly capable of looking after himself. The other was a rather comic contrast, being short and broad, with a black, walrus moustache, and as taciturn as the other was talkative. But as he had been both charged with robbing and praised for rescuing a Romanian Princess threatened by a jaguar in his traveling menagerie, and had thus figured in a fashionable case, it was naturally felt that his views on God, progress, his own early life, and the future of Anglo-American relations would be of great interest and value to the inhabitants of Minneapolis and Omaha. The sixth and most insignificant figure was that of a little English priest going by the name of Brown. He listened to the conversation with respectful attention, and he was at that moment forming the impression that there was one rather curious thing about it. I suppose those Byzantine studies of yours, Professor, Leonard Smyth was saying, would throw some light on this story of a tomb found somewhere on the south coast; near Brighton, isn t it? Brighton s a long way from Byzantium, of course. But I read something about the style of burying or embalming or something being supposed to be Byzantine. Byzantine studies certainly have to reach a long way, replied the Professor Page 57 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html dryly. They talk about specialists; but I think the hardest thing on earth is to specialize. In this case, for instance: how can a man know anything about Byzantium till he knows everything about Rome before it and about Islam after it? Most Arab arts were old Byzantine arts. Why, take algebra But I won t take algebra, cried the lady decisively. I never did, and I never do. But I m awfully interested in embalming. I was with Gatton, you know, when he opened the Babylonian tombs. Ever since then I found mummies and preserved bodies and all that perfectly thrilling. Do tell us about this one. Gatton was an interesting man, said the Professor. They were an interesting family. That brother of his who went into Parliament was much more than an ordinary politician. I never understood the Fascisti till he made that speech about Italy. Well, we re not going to Italy on this trip, said Lady Diana persistently, and I believe you re going to that little place where they ve found the tomb. In Sussex, isn t it? Sussex is pretty large, as these little English sections go, replied the Professor. One might wander about in it for a goodish time; and it s a good place to wander in. It s wonderful how large those low hills seem when you re on them. There was an abrupt accidental silence; and then the lady said, Oh, I m going on deck, and rose, the men rising with her. But the Professor lingered and the little priest was the last to leave the table, carefully folding up his napkin. And as they were thus left alone together the Professor said suddenly to his companion: What would you say was the point of that little talk? Well, said Father Brown, smiling, since you ask me, there was something that amused me a little. I may be wrong; but it seemed to me that the company made three attempts to get you to talk about an embalmed body said to be found in Sussex. And you, on your side, very courteously offered to talk first about algebra, and then about the Fascisti, and then about the landscape of the Downs. In short, replied the Professor, you thought I was ready to talk about any subject but that one. You were quite right. 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