The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare
G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
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A WILD, MAD, HILARIOUS AND PROFOUNDLY MOVING TALE
A WILD, MAD, HILARIOUS AND PROFOUNDLY MOVING TALE
It is very difficult to classify THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY. It is possible to say that it is a gripping adventure story of murderous criminals and brilliant policemen; but it was to be expected that the author of the Father Brown stories should tell a detective story like no-one else. On this level, therefore, THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY succeeds superbly; if nothing else, it is a magnificent tour-de-force of suspense-writing. However, the reader will soon discover that it is much more than that. Ca
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THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY A NIGHTMARE
THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY A NIGHTMARE
To Edmund Clerihew Bentley A cloud was on the mind of men, and wailing went the weather, Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul when we were boys together. Science announced nonentity and art admired decay; The world was old and ended: but you and I were gay; Round us in antic order their crippled vices came— Lust that had lost its laughter, fear that had lost its shame. Like the white lock of Whistler, that lit our aimless gloom, Men showed their own white feather as proudly as a plume. Life was a fly
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CHAPTER I. THE TWO POETS OF SAFFRON PARK
CHAPTER I. THE TWO POETS OF SAFFRON PARK
The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. It was built of a bright brick throughout; its sky-line was fantastic, and even its ground plan was wild. It had been the outburst of a speculative builder, faintly tinged with art, who called its architecture sometimes Elizabethan and sometimes Queen Anne, apparently under the impression that the two sovereigns were identical. It was described with some justice as an artistic colony, though it n
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CHAPTER II. THE SECRET OF GABRIEL SYME
CHAPTER II. THE SECRET OF GABRIEL SYME
The cab pulled up before a particularly dreary and greasy beershop, into which Gregory rapidly conducted his companion. They seated themselves in a close and dim sort of bar-parlour, at a stained wooden table with one wooden leg. The room was so small and dark, that very little could be seen of the attendant who was summoned, beyond a vague and dark impression of something bulky and bearded. “Will you take a little supper?” asked Gregory politely. “The pâté de foie gras is not good here, but I c
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CHAPTER III. THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY
CHAPTER III. THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY
Before one of the fresh faces could appear at the doorway, Gregory’s stunned surprise had fallen from him. He was beside the table with a bound, and a noise in his throat like a wild beast. He caught up the Colt’s revolver and took aim at Syme. Syme did not flinch, but he put up a pale and polite hand. “Don’t be such a silly man,” he said, with the effeminate dignity of a curate. “Don’t you see it’s not necessary? Don’t you see that we’re both in the same boat? Yes, and jolly sea-sick.” Gregory
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CHAPTER IV. THE TALE OF A DETECTIVE
CHAPTER IV. THE TALE OF A DETECTIVE
Gabriel Syme was not merely a detective who pretended to be a poet; he was really a poet who had become a detective. Nor was his hatred of anarchy hypocritical. He was one of those who are driven early in life into too conservative an attitude by the bewildering folly of most revolutionists. He had not attained it by any tame tradition. His respectability was spontaneous and sudden, a rebellion against rebellion. He came of a family of cranks, in which all the oldest people had all the newest no
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CHAPTER V. THE FEAST OF FEAR
CHAPTER V. THE FEAST OF FEAR
At first the large stone stair seemed to Syme as deserted as a pyramid; but before he reached the top he had realised that there was a man leaning over the parapet of the Embankment and looking out across the river. As a figure he was quite conventional, clad in a silk hat and frock-coat of the more formal type of fashion; he had a red flower in his buttonhole. As Syme drew nearer to him step by step, he did not even move a hair; and Syme could come close enough to notice even in the dim, pale m
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CHAPTER VI. THE EXPOSURE
CHAPTER VI. THE EXPOSURE
Such were the six men who had sworn to destroy the world. Again and again Syme strove to pull together his common sense in their presence. Sometimes he saw for an instant that these notions were subjective, that he was only looking at ordinary men, one of whom was old, another nervous, another short-sighted. The sense of an unnatural symbolism always settled back on him again. Each figure seemed to be, somehow, on the borderland of things, just as their theory was on the borderland of thought. H
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CHAPTER VII. THE UNACCOUNTABLE CONDUCT OF PROFESSOR DE WORMS
CHAPTER VII. THE UNACCOUNTABLE CONDUCT OF PROFESSOR DE WORMS
“Sit down!” said Sunday in a voice that he used once or twice in his life, a voice that made men drop drawn swords. The three who had risen fell away from Gogol, and that equivocal person himself resumed his seat. “Well, my man,” said the President briskly, addressing him as one addresses a total stranger, “will you oblige me by putting your hand in your upper waistcoat pocket and showing me what you have there?” The alleged Pole was a little pale under his tangle of dark hair, but he put two fi
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CHAPTER VIII. THE PROFESSOR EXPLAINS
CHAPTER VIII. THE PROFESSOR EXPLAINS
When Gabriel Syme found himself finally established in a chair, and opposite to him, fixed and final also, the lifted eyebrows and leaden eyelids of the Professor, his fears fully returned. This incomprehensible man from the fierce council, after all, had certainly pursued him. If the man had one character as a paralytic and another character as a pursuer, the antithesis might make him more interesting, but scarcely more soothing. It would be a very small comfort that he could not find the Profe
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CHAPTER IX. THE MAN IN SPECTACLES
CHAPTER IX. THE MAN IN SPECTACLES
“Burgundy is a jolly thing,” said the Professor sadly, as he set his glass down. “You don’t look as if it were,” said Syme; “you drink it as if it were medicine.” “You must excuse my manner,” said the Professor dismally, “my position is rather a curious one. Inside I am really bursting with boyish merriment; but I acted the paralytic Professor so well, that now I can’t leave off. So that when I am among friends, and have no need at all to disguise myself, I still can’t help speaking slow and wri
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CHAPTER X. THE DUEL
CHAPTER X. THE DUEL
Syme sat down at a café table with his companions, his blue eyes sparkling like the bright sea below, and ordered a bottle of Saumur with a pleased impatience. He was for some reason in a condition of curious hilarity. His spirits were already unnaturally high; they rose as the Saumur sank, and in half an hour his talk was a torrent of nonsense. He professed to be making out a plan of the conversation which was going to ensue between himself and the deadly Marquis. He jotted it down wildly with
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CHAPTER XI. THE CRIMINALS CHASE THE POLICE
CHAPTER XI. THE CRIMINALS CHASE THE POLICE
Syme put the field-glasses from his eyes with an almost ghastly relief. “The President is not with them, anyhow,” he said, and wiped his forehead. “But surely they are right away on the horizon,” said the bewildered Colonel, blinking and but half recovered from Bull’s hasty though polite explanation. “Could you possibly know your President among all those people?” “Could I know a white elephant among all those people!” answered Syme somewhat irritably. “As you very truly say, they are on the hor
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CHAPTER XII. THE EARTH IN ANARCHY
CHAPTER XII. THE EARTH IN ANARCHY
Urging the horses to a gallop, without respect to the rather rugged descent of the road, the horsemen soon regained their advantage over the men on the march, and at last the bulk of the first buildings of Lancy cut off the sight of their pursuers. Nevertheless, the ride had been a long one, and by the time they reached the real town the west was warming with the colour and quality of sunset. The Colonel suggested that, before making finally for the police station, they should make the effort, i
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CHAPTER XIII. THE PURSUIT OF THE PRESIDENT
CHAPTER XIII. THE PURSUIT OF THE PRESIDENT
Next morning five bewildered but hilarious people took the boat for Dover. The poor old Colonel might have had some cause to complain, having been first forced to fight for two factions that didn’t exist, and then knocked down with an iron lantern. But he was a magnanimous old gentleman, and being much relieved that neither party had anything to do with dynamite, he saw them off on the pier with great geniality. The five reconciled detectives had a hundred details to explain to each other. The S
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CHAPTER XIV. THE SIX PHILOSOPHERS
CHAPTER XIV. THE SIX PHILOSOPHERS
Across green fields, and breaking through blooming hedges, toiled six draggled detectives, about five miles out of London. The optimist of the party had at first proposed that they should follow the balloon across South England in hansom-cabs. But he was ultimately convinced of the persistent refusal of the balloon to follow the roads, and the still more persistent refusal of the cabmen to follow the balloon. Consequently the tireless though exasperated travellers broke through black thickets an
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CHAPTER XV. THE ACCUSER
CHAPTER XV. THE ACCUSER
As Syme strode along the corridor he saw the Secretary standing at the top of a great flight of stairs. The man had never looked so noble. He was draped in a long robe of starless black, down the centre of which fell a band or broad stripe of pure white, like a single shaft of light. The whole looked like some very severe ecclesiastical vestment. There was no need for Syme to search his memory or the Bible in order to remember that the first day of creation marked the mere creation of light out
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