et　coat　lying　languidly　on　the　sofa；　having；　apparently；　fallen　half　asleep　over　a　book。　　He　was　a　pale；　slight　man；　with　loose；　chestnut　hair　and　a　fringe　of　beard　that　was　the　paradox　of　his　face；　for　the　beard　made　him　look　less　manly。　　These　traits　were　well　known　to　all　three　of　them；　but　even　had　it　not　been　so；　it　may　be　doubted　whether　they　would　have　looked　at　Quinton　just　then。　　Their　eyes　were　riveted　on　another　object。　　　　　Exactly　in　their　path；　immediately　outside　the　round　end　of　the　glass　building；　was　standing　a　tall　man；　whose　drapery　fell　to　his　feet　in　faultless　white；　and　whose　bare；　brown　skull；　face；　and　neck　gleamed　in　the　setting　sun　like　splendid　bronze。　　He　was　looking　through　the　glass　at　the　sleeper；　and　he　was　more　motionless　than　a　mountain。　　　　　〃Who　is　that？〃　cried　Father　Brown；　stepping　back　with　a　hissing　intake　of　his　breath。　　　　　〃Oh；　it　is　only　that　Hindoo　humbug；〃　growled　Harris；　〃but　I　don't　know　what　the　deuce　he's　doing　here。〃　　　　　〃It　looks　like　hypnotism；〃　said　Flambeau；　biting　his　black　moustache。　　　　　〃Why　are　you　unmedical　fellows　always　talking　bosh　about　hypnotism？〃　cried　the　doctor。　　〃It　looks　a　deal　more　like　burglary。〃　　　　　〃Well；　we　will　speak　to　it；　at　any　rate；〃　said　Flambeau；　who　was　always　for　action。　　One　long　stride　took　him　to　the　place　where　the　Indian　stood。　　Bowing　from　his　great　height；　which　overtopped　even　the　Oriental's；　he　said　with　placid　impudence：　　　　　〃Good　evening；　sir。　　Do　you　want　anything？〃　　　　　Quite　slowly；　like　a　great　ship　turning　into　a　harbour；　the　great　yellow　face　turned；　and　looked　at　last　over　its　white　shoulder。　　They　were　startled　to　see　that　its　yellow　eyelids　were　quite　sealed；　as　in　sleep。　　〃Thank　you；〃　said　the　face　in　excellent　English。　　〃I　want　nothing。〃　　Then；　half　opening　the　lids；　so　as　to　show　a　slit　of　opalescent　eyeball；　he　repeated；　〃I　want　nothing。〃　　Then　he　opened　his　eyes　wide　with　a　startling　stare；　said；　〃I　want　nothing；〃　and　went　rustling　away　into　the　rapidly　darkening　garden。　　　　　〃The　Christian　is　more　modest；〃　muttered　Father　Brown；　〃he　wants　something。〃　　　　　〃What　on　earth　was　he　doing？〃　asked　Flambeau；　knitting　his　black　brows　and　lowering　his　voice。　　　　　〃I　should　like　to　talk　to　you　later；〃　said　Father　Brown。　　　　　The　sunlight　was　still　a　reality；　but　it　was　the　red　light　of　evening；　and　the　bulk　of　the　garden　trees　and　bushes　grew　blacker　and　blacker　against　it。　　They　turned　round　the　end　of　the　conservatory；　and　walked　in　silence　down　the　other　side　to　get　round　to　the　front　door。　　As　they　went　they　seemed　to　wake　something；　as　one　startles　a　bird；　in　the　deeper　corner　between　the　study　and　the　main　building；　and　again　they　saw　the　white…robed　fakir　slide　out　of　the　shadow；　and　slip　round　towards　the　front　door。　　To　their　surprise；　however；　he　had　not　been　alone。　　They　found　themselves　abruptly　pulled　up　and　forced　to　banish　their　bewilderment　by　the　appearance　of　Mrs。　Quinton；　with　her　heavy　golden　hair　and　square　pale　face；　advancing　on　them　out　of　the　twilight。　　She　looked　a　little　stern；　but　was　entirely　courteous。　　　　　〃Good　evening；　Dr。　Harris；〃　was　all　she　said。　　　　　〃Good　evening；　Mrs。　Quinton；〃　said　the　little　doctor　heartily。　〃I　am　just　going　to　give　your　husband　his　sleeping　draught。〃　　　　　〃Yes；〃　she　said　in　a　clear　voice。　　〃I　think　it　is　quite　time。〃　And　she　smiled　at　them；　and　went　sweeping　into　the　house。　　　　　〃That　woman's　over…driven；〃　said　Father　Brown；　〃that's　the　kind　of　woman　that　does　her　duty　for　twenty　years；　and　then　does　something　dreadful。〃　　　　　The　little　doctor　looked　at　him　for　the　first　time　with　an　eye　of　interest。　　〃Did　you　ever　study　medicine？〃　he　asked。　　　　　〃You　have　to　know　something　of　the　mind　as　well　as　the　body；〃　answered　the　priest；　〃we　have　to　know　something　of　the　body　as　well　as　the　mind。〃　　　　　〃Well；〃　said　the　doctor；　〃I　think　I'll　go　and　give　Quinton　his　stuff。〃　　　　　They　had　turned　the　corner　of　the　front　facade；　and　were　approaching　the　front　doorway。　　As　they　turned　into　it　they　saw　the　man　in　the　white　robe　for　the　third　time。　　He　came　so　straight　towards　the　front　door　that　it　seemed　quite　incredible　that　he　had　not　just　come　out　of　the　study　opposite　to　it。　　Yet　they　knew　that　the　study　door　was　locked。　　　　　Father　Brown　and　Flambeau；　however；　kept　this　weird　contradiction　to　themselves；　and　Dr。　Harris　was　not　a　man　to　waste　his　thoughts　on　the　impossible。　　He　permitted　the　omnipresent　Asiatic　to　make　his　exit；　and　then　stepped　briskly　into　the　hall。　　There　he　found　a　figure　which　he　had　already　forgotten。　　The　inane　Atkinson　was　still　hanging　about；　humming　and　poking　things　with　his　knobby　cane。　　The　doctor's　face　had　a　spasm　of　disgust　and　decision；　and　he　whispered　rapidly　to　his　companion：　〃I　must　lock　the　door　again；　or　this　rat　will　get　in。　But　I　shall　be　out　again　in　two　minutes。〃　　　　　He　rapidly　unlocked　the　door　and　locked　it　again　behind　him；　just　balking　a　blundering　charge　from　the　young　man　in　the　billycock。　　The　young　man　threw　himself　impatiently　on　a　hall　chair。　　Flambeau　looked　at　a　Persian　illumination　on　the　wall；　Father　Brown；　who　seemed　in　a　sort　of　daze；　dully　eyed　the　door。　In　about　four　minutes　the　door　was　opened　again。　　Atkinson　was　quicker　this　time。　　He　sprang　forward；　held　the　door　open　for　an　instant；　and　called　out：　〃Oh；　I　say；　Quinton；　I　want〃　　　　　From　the　other　end　of　the　study　came　the　clear　voice　of　Quinton；　in　something　between　a　yawn　and　a　yell　of　weary　laughter。　　　　　〃Oh；　I　know　what　you　want。　　Take　it；　and　leave　me　in　peace。　I'm　writing　a　song　about　peacocks。〃　　　　　Before　the　door　closed　half　a　sovereign　came　flying　through　the　aperture；　and　Atkinson；　stumbling　forward；　caught　it　with　singular　dexterity。　　　　　〃So　that's　settled；〃　said　the　doctor；　and；　locking　the　door　savagely；　he　led　the　way　out　into　the　garden。　　　　　〃Poor　Leonard　can　get　a　little　peace　now；〃　he　added　to　Father　Brown；　〃he's　locked　in　all　by　himself　for　an　hour　or　two。〃　　　　　〃Yes；〃　answered　the　priest；　〃and　his　voice　sounded　jolly　enough　when　we　left　him。〃　　Then　he　looked　gravely　round　the　garden；　and　saw　the　loose　figure　of　Atkinson　standing　and　jingling　the　half…sovereign　in　his　pocket；　and　beyond；　in　the　purple　twilight；　the　figure　of　the　Indian　sitting　bolt　upright　upon　a　bank　of　grass　with　his　face　turned　towards　the　setting　sun。　　Then　he　said　abruptly：　〃Where　is　Mrs。　Quinton！〃　　　　　〃She　has　gone　up　to　her　room；〃　said　the　doctor。　　〃That　is　her　shadow　on　the　blind。〃　　　　　Father　Brown　looked　up；　and　frowningly　scrutinised　a　dark　outline　at　the　gas…lit　window。　　　　　〃Yes；〃　he　said；　〃that　is　her　shadow；〃　and　he　walked　a　yard　or　two　and　threw　himself　upon　a　garden　seat。　　　　　Flambeau　sat　down　beside　him；　but　the　doctor　was　one　of　those　energetic　people　who　live　naturally　on　their　legs。　　He　walked　away；　smoking；　into　the　twilight；　and　the　two　friends　were　left　together。　　　　　〃My　father；〃　said　Flambeau　in　French；　〃what　is　the　matter　with　you？〃　　　　　Father　Brown　was　silent　and　motionless　for　half　a　minute；　then　he　said：　〃Superstition　is　irreligious；　but　there　is　something　in　the　air　of　this　place。　　I　think　it's　that　Indianat　least；　partly。〃　　　　　He　sank　into　silence；　and　watched　the　distant　outline　of　the　Indian；　who　still　sat　rigid　as　if　in　prayer。　　At　first　sight　he　seemed　motionless；　but　as　Father　Brown　watched　him　he　saw　that　the　man　swayed　ever　so　slightly　with　a　rhythmic　movement；　just　as　the　dark　tree…tops　swayed　ever　so　slightly　in　the　wind　that　was　creeping　up　the　dim　garden　paths　and　shuffling　the　fallen　leaves　a　little。　　　　　The　landscape　was　growing　rapidly　dark；　as　if　for　a　storm；　but　they　could　still　see　all　the　figures　in　their　various　places。　Atkinson　was　leaning　against　a　tree　with　a　listless　face；　Quinton's　wife　was　still　at　her　window；　the　doctor　had　gone　strolling　round　the　end　of　the　conservatory；　they　could　see　his　cigar　like　a　will…o'…the…wisp；　and　the　fakir　still　sat　rigid　and　yet　rocking；　while　the　trees　above　him　began　to　rock　and　almost　to　roar。　　Storm　was　certainly　coming。　　　　　〃When　that　Indian　spoke　to　us；〃　went　on　Brown　in　a　conversational　undertone；　〃I　had　a　sort　of　vision；　a　vision　of　him　and　all　his　universe。　　Yet　he　only　said　the　same　thing　three　times。　　When　first　he　said　‘I　want　nothing；'　it　meant　only　that　he　was　impenetrable；　that　Asia　does　not　give　itself　away。　　Then　he　said　again；　‘I　want　nothing；'　and　I　knew　that　he　meant　that　he　was　sufficient　to　himself；　like　a　cosmos；　that　he　needed　no　God；　neither　admitted　any　sins。　　And　when　he　said　the　third　time；　‘I　want　nothing；'　he　said　it　with　blazing　eyes。　　And　I　knew　that　he　meant　literally　what　he　said；　that　nothing　was　his　desire　and　his　home；　that　he　was　weary　for　nothing　as　for　wine；　that　annihilation；　the　mere　destruction　of　everything　or　anything〃　　　　　Two　drops　of　rain　fell；　and　for　some　reason　Flambeau　started　and　looked　up；　as　if　they　had　stung　him。　　And　the　same　instant　the　doctor　down　by　the　end　of　the　conservatory　began　running　towards　them；　calling　out　something　as　he　ran。　　　　　As　he　came　among　them　like　a　bombshell　the　restless　Atkinson　happened　to　be　taking　a　turn　nearer　to　the　house　front；　and　the　doctor　clutched　him　by　the　collar　in　a　convulsive　grip。　　〃Foul　play！〃　he　cried；　〃what　have　you　been　doing　to　him；　you　dog？〃　　　　　The　priest　had　sprung　erect；　and　had　the　voice　of　steel　of　a　soldier　in　command。