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The Mistake of the Machine-1
The Mistake of the Machine–––––––– FLAMBEAU AND HIS FRIEND the priest were sitting in the Temple Gardens about sunset; and their neighbourhood or some such accidental influence had turned their talk to matters of legal process. From the problem of the licence in cross-examination, their talk strayed to Roman and mediaeval t*****e, to the examining magistrate in France and the Third Degree in America. “I’ve been reading,” said Flambeau, “of this new psychometric method they talk about so much, especially in America. You know what I mean; they put a pulsometer on a man’s wrist and judge by how his heart goes at the pronunciation of certain words. What do you think of it?” “I think it very interesting,” replied Father Brown; “it reminds me of that interesting idea in the Dark Ages that blo
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