An Eye Of A Man

CHAPTER 2

Their two incredible images are the sun and the open eye; for they say that if a man were truly sound he could gaze at the sun." "If a man were truly solid," said Father Brown, "he would not try to gaze at it." "All things considered, that is everything I can inform you concerning the new religion," went on Flambeau indiscreetly. "It claims, obviously, that it can fix every single actual sickness." "Would it be able to fix the one profound illness?" asked Father Brown, with a genuine interest.

What's more, what is the one otherworldly illness?" asked Flambeau, grinning. "Gracious, thinking one is very well," said his companion. Flambeau was more intrigued by the tranquil little office beneath him than in the showy sanctuary above. He was a clear Southerner, unequipped for imagining himself as everything except a Catholic or an agnostic; and new religions of a brilliant and colorless sort were very little in his line.

Be that as it may, mankind was consistently in his line, particularly when it was gorgeous; in addition, the women first floor were characters in their manner. The workplace was kept by two sisters, both slight and dim, one of them tall and striking. She had a dull, enthusiastic and hooked profile, and was one of those ladies whom one generally considers in profile, as of the neat and tidy edge of some weapon.

She appeared to divide her direction through life. She had eyes of alarming brilliancy, yet it was the brilliancy of steel as opposed to of precious stones; and her straight, thin figure was a shade excessively firm for its beauty. Her more youthful sister resembled her abbreviated shadow, a little greyer, paler, and more irrelevant. The two of them wore a systematic dark, with minimal manly sleeves and collars.