By G. K. Chesterton
In his day, Flambeau was once a legend of the underworld. Even now, his previous confederates consider with delight the Tyrolean Dairy scheme, during which he equipped a thriving milk company regardless of possessing no longer a unmarried cow. yet at the present time the grasp thief eventually meets his fit. trying to scouse borrow a worthwhile move, Flambeau runs afoul of dad Brown, an ordinary-looking priest with notable perception into the legal brain. With grace, common sense, and reliable humor, the stout little clergyman quickly reforms certainly one of England’s such a lot infamous villains.
In exciting stories equivalent to “The Blue Cross,” “The mystery Garden,” and “The Hammer of God,” G. okay. Chesterton’s immortal priest-detective applies his outstanding instinct to the main difficult of mysteries. No nook of the human soul is just too darkish for Father Brown, no villain too creative. The Innocence of dad Brown is a testomony to the ability of religion and the excitement of a narrative good told.
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