‘A bolt from the blue,’ he said. ‘What was that somebody said about a bolt from the blue and death coming out of the sky? Look how far away everything looks; it seems extraordinary that an arrow could come so far, unless it were an arrow from heaven.’
Wilton had returned, but did not reply, and the priest went on as in soliloquy.
‘One thinks of aviation. We must ask young Wain ... about aviation.’
‘There’s a lot of it round here,’ said the secretary.
‘Case of very old or very new weapons,’ observed Father Brown. ‘Some would be quite familiar to his old uncle, I suppose; we must ask him about arrows. This looks rather like a Red Indian arrow. I don’t know where the Red Indian shot it from; but you remember the story the old man told. I said it had a moral.’
‘If it had a moral,’ said Wi
