Father Brown is both a priest and sleuth
Who’s constantly embroiled in mysteries
On whom it falls to ferret out the truth
Eluding all police inquiries.
Ironically, it takes a devious mind,
Perhaps one schooled in the confessional,
To know how heinous plots may be divined
Better than a law professional.
Though always flummoxed by the priest’s success,
The Chief Inspector never grants respect
To one whose work’s to hear people confess
And thereby learns the better to detect
The subtle ways that evil works its will,
Exposed at last by Brown’s uncanny skill.