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Selected Essays
Selected Essays
Volume II
Studies in Theology
A N D R E W LO U T H
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For my offspring
Charlie, Mary, Sarah, and Isaac
Editors Preface and Acknowledgments
Abbreviations
Introduction
1. The Hermeneutical Question Approached through the Fathers
2. The Greatest Fantasy: As If Julian the Apostate Had Written a
History of Early Christian Dogma…
3. The Place of The Heart of the World in the Theology of Hans
Urs von Balthasar
4. Eros and Mysticism: Early Christian Interpretation of the Song
of Songs
5. The Image of Heloise in English Literature
6. Νά ϵὔχϵσαι νά ᾿ναι μακρύς ὁ δρόμος: Theological Reflections on
Pilgrimage
7. The Theology of the Philokalia
8. Theology, Contemplation, and the University
9. Father Sergii Bulgakov on the Mother of God
10. The Eucharist in the Theology of Fr Sergii Bulgakov
11. The Jesus Prayer and the Theology of Deification in Fr Pavel
Florensky and Fr Sergii Bulgakov
12. Is Development of Doctrine a Valid Category for Orthodox
Theology?
13. The Authority of the Fathers in the Western Orthodox Diaspora
in the Twentieth Century
14. Pagans and Christians on Providence
15. What Is Theology? What Is Orthodox Theology?
16. The Place of Θέωσις in Orthodox Theology
17. Inspiration of the Scriptures
18. Sergii Bulgakov and the Task of the Theologian
19. Space, Time, and the Liturgy
20. Apostolicity and the Apostle Andrew in the Byzantine Tradition
21. Holiness and Sanctity in the Early Church
22. The Influence of the Philokalia in the Orthodox World
23. Experiencing the Liturgy in Byzantium
24. Theology of the ‘In-Between’
25. Fiunt, Non Nascuntur Christiani: Conversion, Community, and
Christian Identity in Late Antiquity
26. Analogy in Karl Barth and Orthodox Theology
27. Easter, Calendar, and Cosmos: An Orthodox View
28. Pseudonymity and Secret Tradition in Early Christianity: Some
Reflections on the Development of Mariology
29. The Recovery of the Icon: Nicolas Zernov Lecture 2015
30. Mary the Mother of God and Ecclesiology: Some Orthodox
Reflections
31. What Did Vladimir Lossky Mean by ‘Mystical Theology’?
32. The Slav Philokalia and The Way of a Pilgrim
33. Reflections Inspired by Cardinal Grillmeier’s Der Logos am
Kreuz
34. Bulgakov and Russian Sophiology
35. Exile, Hospitality, Sobornost´: The Experience of the Russian
Émigrés
36. Eucharistic Doctrine and Eucharistic Devotion
37. Μονὰς καὶ Τριάς: The Doctrine of the Trinity in Byzantine
Theology
Abbreviations used in the essays collected here have been retained from their
original publication style; where they are not explained (for instance, some journal
or series titles), they may be found in The SBL Handbook of Style for Ancient Near
Eastern, Biblical and Early Christian Studies, ed. P. H. Alexander et al. (Peabody,
MA: Hendrickson, 1999).
Introduction
I
Looking at the essays and lectures collected in these volumes, I am
struck by the fact that I seem to have been a late developer: in each
volume there are only three essays published before 1990, by which
time I was in my late 40s—one well before, in 1978, ‘The
Hermeneutical Question Approached through the Fathers’, the rest in
the 1980s. So I suppose I was, indeed, a late developer and wonder
why. Perhaps not as late as this might suggest, for my first two
books came in rapid succession after 1980: Origins of the Christian
Mystical Tradition (1981), and Discerning the Mystery (1983). That
first book, amazingly well reviewed, rather led to my being classified
(still) as someone whose principal interest is in ‘mysticism’ (in some
ways disowned, or contextualized, in the second edition of 2006 with
its afterword). On reflection, it seems to me that my interest in the
‘mystical tradition’ had other roots, for I was not so much interested
in ‘mysticism’ as in a form of religion independent of institutions or
dogmas (what has come to be called ‘spirituality’), nor in mysticism
as, in a tradition revived by William James at the beginning of the
nineteenth century, concerned about ‘peak experiences’, rather my
interest was to do with the way in which theology is rooted in prayer,
both personal and liturgical.
Discerning the Mystery adumbrated, as I see it now, an approach
to theology for which the practice of prayer, and what such practice
presupposed, was indispensable—indispensable, not in the sense
that theology demanded prayer, and therefore faith, so that the
answers had smuggled themselves in before being asked, but
indispensable in that prayer expresses an openness to the
transcendent, and therefore calls in question any idea that the
nature of things could be encompassed by human conceptuality,
ruling out the notion of a closed universe.
There has remained lodged in my memory—largely unconscious,
though surfacing from time to time—some lines of thought discussed
by Thomas Vargish in his book, Newman: The Contemplation of
Mind (1970). Discussing Newman’s ‘illative sense’, Vargish spoke of it
as ‘that “subtle and elastic logic of thought”…elastic and delicate
enough to take account of the variousness of reality, the uniqueness
of each thing experienced’ (p. 68), and a sense of faith, not so much
as delivering ‘truths’, as requiring freedom, in which theology ‘makes
progress by being “alive to its own fundamental uncertainties”’ (p.
87, quoting William Froude). It was a freedom I had sensed in the
Fathers’ use of Scripture, as discussed in the earliest essay included
in these books—a freedom from both the prescriptive nature of
Catholic theology and the anxiety of Protestants for a single
determinative meaning to be found in Scripture.
I suppose I was beginning to move towards the Orthodoxy of the
Eastern Church (as a friend of mine, the late Geoffrey Wainwright,
perceptively pointed out to me after reading Discerning the
Mystery). Another—quite different—aspect of these early books is
contained in the subtitle of the first of them: ‘From Plato to Denys’.
For there had never been any question for me but that that book
would begin with Plato—an interpretation of Plato much indebted to
A.-J. Festugière’s seminal work, Contemplation et vie contemplative
selon Platon (3rd edition, 1967). Plato has remained important to me
—probably returned to more often than to any Christian writer—
possibly because of my early enthusiasm for mathematics (and G. H.
Hardy’s conviction that pure mathematics is concerned with realities,
not ideas humanly constructed).
It might seem that, in finding my intellectual feet, as it were,
reception into the Orthodox Church, by (then) Bishop Kallistos Ware,
soon followed. That was at the end of 1989, the year in which my
third book, Denys the Areopagite, was published—in response to a
request from Brian Davies, OP, for his series, Outstanding Christian
Thinkers. I had responded to Brian Davies’ suggestion with alacrity,
because a year or two before that I had read St John Damascene’s
On the Orthodox Faith, which had fascinated me, in a largely
uninformed way, and it already seemed to me that two profound
influences on the Damascene were Dionysios the Areopagite and St
Maximos the Confessor. Furthermore, my mind was then full of
Dionysios, anyway, for I had spent a fallow year in Bodley, reading
everything I could find about that mysterious thinker. The sense
that, ultimately, I was going to write something on the Damascene
led me, a few years later, to agree to the request of Carol Harrison,
the editor of the Early Christian Fathers, to produce a volume for the
series: I chose Maximos the Confessor. Those three books were
conceived in sequence—but not as a trilogy, for they are very
different, the first on Dionysios—Denys, as I called him then—simply
an introduction, the second on Maximos an even shorter introduction
accompanied by translations of a brief selection of his works, mostly
drawn from his theological, as opposed to his spiritual, works (an
opposition unsatisfactory especially in the case of Maximos), and the
third a lengthy study of the surviving works of a monk, writing, most
likely, in the shadow of the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem during
the construction of the edifices there celebrating the triumph of
Islam.
So I found myself exploring, in a way I had probably not
anticipated, what still seem to me the three writers who, together by
inheriting and interpreting the Greek patristic tradition, fashioned the
lineaments of Byzantine Orthodoxy (and, indeed, its best, and most
enduring elements). Plato, and especially the developments of
Platonism in late antiquity, remained a preoccupation of mine, and I
became more deeply convinced of the coinherence of Platonism and
Christianity. The books speak for themselves, and many of the
articles in this collection fill out aspects of this Byzantine synthesis of
theology and philosophy, prayer and asceticism, and liturgy and
song.
II
Perhaps I should say something about influences on my intellectual
development, though this is hampered by the oddities (as it certainly
must now seem) of my formation as a theologian. I never studied
for a PhD (or DPhil), so have no Doktorvater. I did, however, while
studying for the Anglican priesthood in Edinburgh, enrol for the MTh
at the Faculty of Divinity in the university there under Professor Tom
(T. F.) Torrance; the subject of my dissertation for that degree was
the doctrine of the knowability of God in Karl Barth’s theology, the
most important sections of which were on the place of natural
theology in his Church Dogmatics and doctrine of analogy. The chief
influence on me during undergraduate years in Cambridge (plus one,
preparing for Part III) was without doubt Donald MacKinnon, the
Norris Hulse Professor of Divinity, under whose guidance I took two
courses in the section on Philosophy of Religion of Part III of the
Theological Tripos. Despite this, I could never make much of the
style of philosophy of religion that I mostly encountered in
Cambridge (I don’t think MacKinnon made much sense of it either)
and rather made my own way by careful textual study of the texts—
Descartes to Kant—that we were expected to read; but it was from
MacKinnon’s extraordinary Socratic style of engaging with his
students that I learnt to think (or rather—though that is perhaps the
same thing—discovered that I could think). Another don at
Cambridge, with whom I had a few supervisions in patristics, was
Maurice Wiles, from whom I learnt a great deal even though largely
by way of disagreeing with him—a disagreement that continued
when we were both in Oxford from 1970: him as Regius Professor of
Divinity, and me as a lecturer in theology in the University and
Fellow and Chaplain of Worcester College. That appointment, though
probably due to my philosophical training with MacKinnon (a new
joint degree in Philosophy and Theology had just been introduced),
did not specify what area of theology I was to pursue, so I decided
to make myself a patristics scholar, a decision I have never
regretted. Also, while in Oxford, I came to know Henry Chadwick,
who moved from the Regius Chair of Divinity to being Dean of Christ
Church in 1970, whom I held in awe, though I never got to know
him very well (though well enough in the eyes of others to be asked
to write his obituary for the Independent). I also came to know, in
the end very well, academically as a colleague rather than as a
student, and more importantly as my spiritual father, the recently
departed Metropolitan Kallistos (Ware), the Spalding Lecturer in
Eastern Orthodox Studies during my time in Oxford (and before and
after): my debt to him is incalculable. There are many others to
whom I am indebted, not least the two editors of this volume.
Others who affected my intellectual formation I mainly (or
entirely) knew through their books; in the later 1970s (as I
remember it), I often devoted the long vacation to reading some
massive work that I wanted to come to terms with. One year it was
Hans-Georg Gadamer’s Wahrheit und Methode, which I read in
conjunction with the English translation as a crutch for my (then)
feeble German. Another year it was A.-J. Festugière’s monumental
four-volume work, La Révélation d’Hermès Trismégiste, the title of
which tells you more about its origins (in the notes he made in the
course of translating and annotating, with A. D. Nock, the Budé
edition of the Corpus Hermeticum, published 1945–54), than its
contents (a series of soundings in the religious and philosophical
thought of late antiquity). Another year it was Henri de Lubac’s
Exégèse Médiévale (4 vols, 1959–64), another work that starts from
a particular problem and casts light much more widely. Hans Urs von
Balthasar, to whose writings I was introduced by Donald MacKinnon,
came later, but I read with excitement Herrlichkeit (for which I
translated some parts of sections II and III, as part of team led by
John Riches), and then Theodramatik, and eventually much of
Theologik.
My encounter with Orthodox thinkers came later, and they
seemed to fill out and deepen insights that I had originally
discovered in Western writers, such as those already mentioned. It
was mostly through reading their works, though I came to know
personally several members of the Orthodox Church, of course, Fr
Kallistos (as he then was), Nicolas Zernov, living in retirement in
Oxford when I arrived in 1970, and later Father (now St) Sophrony
of Essex. One Orthodox thinker whom I read early on was the
French convert, Olivier Clément, the disciple of Vladimir Lossky, who
has also been a constant presence. Bulgakov became increasingly
important to me (I encountered him first in the French translations
by Constantin Andronikof), later Florensky (for whom I am indebted
to Boris Jakim’s translations, though I have struggled myself with his
Russian, as well as the Russian of others). I have learnt a great deal
about Florensky from Avril Pyman, the author of an acclaimed
biography, published in 2010, already by then a great friend. She is
an expert on the ‘Silver Age’ of Russian literature and helped me to
see Florensky, and indeed others, such as Vladimir Solov´ev, in the
broader cultural context of the Silver Age.
In a not dissimilar way, my encounter with modern Greek
theology, not least Christos Yannaras, was consequent on a fairly
wide reading in Greek literature—especially the amazing poets of the
twentieth century, Cavafy, Sikelianos, Seferis, Elytis—through whom
I came to read Philip Sherrard, who translated and interpreted them
(but whom, alas, I never met), before I came across his theological
writings. The great man of letters, Zisimos Lorentzatos, I also
encountered through my reading in Greek literature and had some
sense of his theological insights before ever engaging with Yannaras,
with whose writings I have tried to keep up over the years (in recent
years much aided by Norman Russell’s excellent translations).
Through Lorentzatos I discovered Alexandros Papadiamandis, which
opened up for me layers and layers of the Greek experience of
Orthodoxy (a few of whose short stories I was later encouraged to
translate). Something of this engagement with Orthodoxy—mostly
the fruit of my becoming Orthodox, which seemed to me a fulfilment
of my intellectual and spiritual development, not a rejection of the
West (although such anti-Westernism has been a Leitmotiv of too
much Orthodox theology since the beginning of the second Christian
millennium)—is to be found in two later works of mine: Introducing
Eastern Orthodox Theology (2013) and Modern Orthodox Thinkers:
From the Philokalia to the Present (2015), which were the result of
four years spent as Visiting Professor at the Amsterdam Centre of
Eastern Orthodox Theology in the Vrije Universiteit, now the St
Irenaeus Institute of Orthodox Theology at the University of
Radboud, Nijmegen.
Another stage of my academic career that I have somewhat
passed over is my ten years at Goldsmiths College, University of
London, from 1985 to 1995. During this period Goldsmiths went
through a major change from being an Institute with Recognized
Teachers to becoming a School of the University of London. From
being head of a small department of Religious Studies I eventually
became head—for five years—of a new department of Historical and
Cultural Studies, made up of the old departments of History, Art
History, and Religious Studies, in which I taught early medieval and
Byzantine history, often along with my colleague, Paul Fouracre, a
fine Merovingian and Carolingian historian. I learnt, mostly from him,
a lot about the ways of the historian’s mind—very different were the
ways of the theologian’s mind—which affected my own way of
thinking about history (and indeed theology). Some of the fruits of
that are to be found in my volume, Greek East and Latin West: The
Church ad 681–1071 (2007), in the series, The Church in History,
originally conceived and planned by John Meyendorff.
Have I learnt anything over these years? I hope so, though I am
not at all sure what. My writings are mostly studies of others; my
aim has been to elucidate their thought and their concerns. It looks
like, I daresay, theology as a branch of intellectual history, but one
thing I have learnt is that ideas do not—as so many essays in
intellectual history seem to imagine—float in some kind of noetic
ether; ideas are thought by people, who live at a particular time and
in a particular place. Their ideas are part of the way in which they
have sought to make sense of the world in which they lived, and
theological ideas are no exception: they, too, are the products of
human minds seeking to make sense of the place of the Gospel and
the Church in a world created by God and governed by his
providence, in however mysterious a way. It was with deliberation
(inspired by another who greatly influenced me, Mother Thekla, an
Orthodox nun who spent her final years near Whitby in Yorkshire)
that I called my book on modern Orthodox theology, Modern
Orthodox Thinkers.
I cannot end this Introduction without thanking the editors, my
friends and colleagues, Lewis Ayres and John Behr, for undertaking
to bring this collection of essays of mine to publication. Although the
work of publication is theirs, what is to be found in these volumes is,
for better or worse, mine, and I would like to dedicate the volumes
to my offspring: Charlie, Mary, Sarah, and Isaac.
Andrew Louth
Feast of St Frideswide of Oxford, 2022
Andrew Louth, Selected Essays, Volume II: Studies in Theology. Edited by: Lewis
Ayres and John Behr, Oxford University Press. Collection © Oxford University Press
2023. DOI: 10.1093/oso/9780192882820.003.0001
1
The Hermeneutical Question
Approached through the Fathers
I
I begin by making a virtue of the fact that, as I have said, this
English approach is not so much consciously adopted as
unconsciously received. It is not, I think, a mere quirk of the syllabus
that we have come to theology through the Fathers. It owes a great
deal to the inherent structure of Anglican theology.2 Although our
departments of theology look very secular in England, without the
confessional ties found in Germany, the tradition of theology they
have received has come from the ancient universities where
theology was once Anglican theology. And Anglican theology is not
Reformation theology, though it has been deeply influenced by the
Reformation (and perhaps even more by the Renaissance). It is not
confessional, but ecclesial or churchly. By that I mean there is no
equivalent in Anglicanism of the Augsburg Confession, or the
Heidelberg Catechism, or the Scots Confession. Anglican theology
starts from a faith lived, not from a particular—and local—definition
of that faith. The XXXIX Articles—the nearest thing Anglicans have to
such a confession—are subscribed to ‘not as articles of faith, but as
theological verities, for the preservation of unity among ourselves’
(to quote the seventeenth-century Archbishop Bramhall).3 And the
way in which they are subscribed to is worth noting. An Anglican
priest professes his agreement with the doctrine of the Church of
England as set forth ‘in the XXXIX Articles, the Book of Common
Prayer, and the Ordinal’. He is not just agreeing to a formula, but
affirming that he belongs to a particular community, which worships
God and celebrates its faith in Christ in a particular way, and that
through this community he belongs to the Catholic Church of Christ.
Anglicanism, therefore, tends to see the Reformation not so much as
an appeal to Scripture against the Church, as making clear a
continuity in the Church’s life that had been blurred in the later
Middle Ages. And so, to quote Bramhall again,
the Church of England before the Reformation and the Church of England
after the Reformation are as much the same Church as a garden, before it is
weeded and after it is weeded, is the same garden; or a vine, before it is
pruned and after it is pruned and freed from the luxuriant branches, is one
and the same vine.4
II
There is something exemplary about the Fathers’ approach to
Scripture, and it is because classical Anglican theology followed this
example that it has what value it has. Can we say more about the
‘way of the Fathers’? There seem to be two basic premises that lie
behind the Fathers’ approach to Scripture. First, that Scripture must
be interpreted in accordance with the rule of faith; and second, that
Scripture admits of spiritual or allegorical interpretation. (True, the
Fathers often frown on allegory—and not only the Antiochene school
—but all admit a typological interpretation of Scripture that for my
purposes in this paper can be subsumed under allegory.)
First, Scripture interpreted in accordance with the rule of faith.
This rule of faith—at any rate in the pre-Nicene Church—is a free-
hand summary of the threefold faith in the Father, the Son, and the
Holy Spirit, professed in Baptism. It is the faith handed down within
the Church, it is the faith that admits to Baptism, and in that sense
defines the Church, the community of the baptized. Scripture is
handed down within the Church and so is interpreted in accordance
with the rule of faith that defines the Church. But the rule of faith is
no formula—it is not a form of words, but the truth the words
enshrine. Even after Nicaea, after the definition of the faith in a
formula, a creed, a symbol, we know—as we have learnt from the
researches of Dr Kelly6—that the Nicene faith did not mean to the
Fathers any formula, but the truth that formula enshrines. Indeed it
seems to me that Newman was close to the mind of the Fathers
when he declared in his Arians of the Fourth Century that
III
Now if at any time a soul who is constrained by love for the Word of God is
in the thick of an argument about some passage—and everyone knows from
his own experience how when one gets into a tight corner like this one gets
shut up in the straits of propositions and enquiries—if at such a time some
riddles or obscure sayings of the Law or the Prophets hand in the soul, and
if then she should chance to perceive him to be present, and from afar
should catch the sound of his voice, forthwith she is uplifted. And when he
has begun more and more to draw near to her senses and to illuminate the
things that are obscure, then she sees him ‘leaping upon the mountains and
the hills’; that is to say, he then suggests to her interpretations of a high
and lofty sort, so that this soul can rightly say: ‘Behold, he cometh leaping
upon the mountains, skipping over the hills’.14
A new philosophical possibility and a new eschatology comes into view with
the conception of humanity self-present as an Absolute in its own finitude,
and the rejection of all solutions that involve man realizing himself by the
actualization, or at the command, of an antecedent absolute Being. This
new philosophical prospect is that displayed in the work of Marx. (I.80)
To understand the world does not mean considering it from outside, judging
it morally or explaining it scientifically; it means society understanding itself,
an act in which the subject changes the object by the very fact of
understanding it. This can only come about when the subject and object
coincide, when the difference between educator and educated disappears,
and when thought itself becomes a revolutionary act, the self-recognition of
human existence. (I.144)
Andrew Louth, Selected Essays, Volume II: Studies in Theology. Edited by: Lewis
Ayres and John Behr, Oxford University Press. Collection © Oxford University Press
2023. DOI: 10.1093/oso/9780192882820.003.0003
3
The Place of The Heart of the World
in the Theology of Hans Urs von
Balthasar
The Heart of the World was published in 1945 and was Hans Urs von
Balthasar’s first sustained piece of theological writing. By then he
had behind him his studies in philosophy and literature which
culminated in his vast thesis, Die Apokalypse der deutschen Seele,
and his studies at Lyons in the Jesuit scholasticate under Père Henri
de Lubac, in which he had read deeply the Greek Fathers, especially
Origen, Gregory of Nyssa, and Maximus the Confessor. Part of the
fruit of those studies had already been published, the rest was
shortly to appear, and must already have been nearing completion
when Balthasar broke away from such historical studies (though
Balthasar had never allowed himself to be a purely historical
investigator) to write The Heart of the World. Five years earlier
Balthasar had moved to Basel as a student chaplain, and it was in
Basel that Balthasar very soon came to know Adrienne von Speyr—a
meeting that issued in Adrienne’s conversion to Roman Catholicism
in the November of 1940. The Heart of the World was, then, written
out of the initial impact of his friendship with that remarkable
woman, whose influence on his own thought Balthasar readily
admits. Balthasar has said that, as he prepared Adrienne for
reception into the Roman Catholic Church, everything he said found
in her a response that seemed to come from the receptiveness of
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his doubtful pack of associates, and also the suspicious way the
Fleetwoods are behaving. If we ever get to the bottom of the affair,
it'll turn out to be a Fordingbridge concern entirely, either directly or
indirectly. That's plain to a village idiot.”
“What do you propose to do in this last business?” Wendover
demanded.
“Get hold of a pair of old Fordingbridge's shoes, first of all. We
might need them; and we might not have time to come back for
them. I'll manage it through the boots, now. I could have got them
from Miss Fordingbridge, I expect, but she might have been a bit
alarmed if I'd asked her for them.”
With the shoes in an attaché-case, Sir Clinton set out for the
Blowhole, accompanied by Wendover.
“Not much guidance, so far,” he commented, “so we may as well
start at the only place she could mention.”
When they reached the Blowhole, out on the headland which
formed one horn of the bay, it was only too evident that very little
trace was to be expected there. The turf showed no marks of any
description. Sir Clinton seemed rather resentful of the expectant
manner of Wendover.
“Well, what do you expect me to do?” he demanded brusquely.
“I'm not an Australian tracker, you know. And there don't seem to be
any cigar-butts or cigarette-ash or any of these classical clues lying
around, even if I could use them if I'd found them. There's just one
chance—that he's gone down on to the sands.”
As he spoke, he stepped to the cliff-edge and gazed down on the
beach.
“If those tracks on the sand happen to be his,” he said, “then
we've got at least one bit of luck to start with.”
Wendover, coming to the chief constable's side, saw the
footprints of two men stretching clean-cut along the beach until they
grew small in the distance.
“We'll go down there and see what we can make of it,” Sir Clinton
suggested. “I've telephoned to Armadale to come out from Lynden
Sands and meet us. It's handy that these tracks stretch out in that
direction and not into the other bay.”
They descended a steep flight of steps cut on the face of the cliff
for the convenience of hotel visitors; and when they reached the
sands below, they found the footprints starting out from the bottom of
the stair. Sir Clinton opened his attaché-case and pulled out Paul
Fordingbridge's shoes, which he had procured at the hotel.
“The boots told me that Fordingbridge had two pairs of shoes,
both of the same pattern and both fairly new; so it should be easy
enough to pick out his tracks, if they're here,” he said, taking one
shoe and pressing it into the sand to make an impression of the sole.
“That looks all right, squire. The nail pattern's the same in the shoe
and the right-hand set of footmarks.”
“And the mark you've just made is a shade larger than the
footprint,” Wendover commented, to show that he had profited by Sir
Clinton's lesson of the previous day. “That fits all right. By the way,
Clinton, it's clear enough that these two fellows met up at the top of
the stairs and came down together. If they'd met here, there would
have been a second set of tracks for Man No. 2, which he'd have
made in coming towards the foot of the stairway.”
Sir Clinton nodded his agreement with this inference, put the
shoes back in his attaché-case, and set out to follow the tracks
across the sands. In a short time they passed Neptune's Seat, where
Sir Clinton paused for a few moments to inspect the work of his
diggers.
“That seems an interminable job you've set them,” Wendover
commented as they walked on again.
“The tides interfere with the work. The men can only work
between tides, and each incoming tide brings up a lot of sand and
spreads it over the places they've dug out already.”
“What are you looking for, Clinton, damn it? It seems an awful
waste of energy.”
“I'm looking for the traces of an infernal scoundrel, squire, unless
I'm much mistaken; but whether I'll find them or not is another
question altogether. It's a pure grab in the dark. And, as I suspect I'm
up against a pretty smart fellow, I'm not going to give any information
away, even to you, for fear he infers something that might help him.
He's probably guessed already what I'm after—one can't conceal
things on the open beach—but I want to keep him guessing, if
possible. Come along.”
The tracks ran, clearly marked, across the sands of the bay in the
direction of the old wreck which formed a conspicuous landmark on
the shore. The chief constable and his companion followed the trail
for a time without finding anything which called for comment.
“They don't appear to have been hurrying,” Sir Clinton said,
examining the tracks at one point. “They seem just to have
sauntered along, and once or twice they've halted for a moment. I
expect they were talking something over.”
“The second man must have been a pretty big fellow to judge by
the size of the footmarks,” Wendover ventured cautiously. “Apart
from that, there's nothing much to see.”
“No?” Sir Clinton retorted. “Only that his impressions are very
shallow—much shallower than Fordingbridge's ones. And his stride's
not longer than friend Paul's, either. Also, the impression of the
sole's quite smooth—looks like crêpe-rubber soles or something of
that sort. If so, there's nothing to be got out of them. That kind of
shoe's sold by the thousand.”
Wendover made no reply, for at this moment he caught sight of
the inspector plodding along the road above the beach. Sir Clinton
whistled shrilly, and Armadale, catching sight of them, left the road
and descended to the sands. In a few minutes he reached them, and
Sir Clinton gave him a summary of the facts which had come to light
since he had telephoned.
“There's just one thing that's turned up since I saw you last, sir,”
the inspector reported in his turn. “I've had Flatt's cottage watched,
as you ordered; and there's a third man there now. He keeps himself
under cover most of the time; but I gave Sapcote a pair of good field-
glasses, and he recognised the fellow as soon as he saw him—knew
him quite well. His name's Simon Aird. He used to be valet at
Foxhills, but he got fired for some cause or other, and hasn't been
near Lynden Sands since. Then I asked the fishermen if they'd
recognised the man who opened the door to them when they went to
borrow the boat, and they recalled that it was Aird. They hadn't
thought anything about it, of course, until I questioned them.”
“Now, that's something worth having,” Sir Clinton said
appreciatively. “But let's get on with the job in hand. That tide's
coming in fast; and, if we don't hurry, it'll be all over these tracks. We
never seem to get any time to do our work thoroughly in this place,
with all that water slopping up and down twice a day.”
They hurried along the beach, following the trail. It seemed to
present nothing of particular interest until, as they drew near the old
wreck, Sir Clinton's eye ranged ahead and picked up something
fresh.
“See that new set of tracks—a third man—coming out from
behind the old wreck's hull and joining the other two?” he asked,
pointing as he spoke. “Keep well to the landward side as we come
up to them, so as not to muddle them up with our own footprints. I
think our best line would be to climb up on top of the wreck and
make a general survey from above.”
They followed his advice; and soon all three had climbed to the
deck of the hulk, from which vantage-point they could look down
almost straight upon the meeting-point of the three trails.
“H'm!” said Sir Clinton reflectively. “Let's take No. 3 first of all. He
evidently came down from the road and took up a position where the
hull of the wreck concealed him from the other two. The moon must
have risen three or four hours before, so there would be light enough
on the beach. You'd better make a rough sketch of these tracks,
inspector, while we're up here. We shan't have much time before that
tide washes everything out.”
The inspector set to work at once to make a diagram of the
various tracks on the sand below, while Sir Clinton continued his
inspection.
“No. 3 evidently hung about behind the wreck for a long while,”
the chief constable pointed out. “You can see how the sand's
trampled at random as he shuffled around trying to keep himself
warm during his waiting. Now we'll suppose that Fordingbridge and
No. 2 are coming up. Look at their tracks, squire. They came up
almost under the lee of the wreck; and then they turned right round,
as if they intended to retrace their steps. It looks as though they'd
come to the end of their walk and meant to turn back. But they seem
to have stood there for a while; for the prints are indistinct—which is
just what happens if you stand long enough on wet sand. The water
oozes, owing to the long displacement of the sand particles, and
when you lift your foot it leaves simply a mass of mushy stuff where
you stood, with no clean impression.”