Reporter Calhoun Kidd of the Western Sun is off to interview John Boulnois, a philisopher, at his home, Grey Cottage at the edge of Pendragon Park. But he comes across a murder, but who is the guilty party. Father Brown investigates. "Mr. Calhoun Kiddwas a very young gentleman with a very old face, a face dried up with its own eagerness, framed in blue-black hair and a black butterfly tie. He was the emissary in England of the colossal American daily calledThe Western Sunalso humorously described as the "Rising Sunset." This was in allusion to a great journalistic declaration (attributed to Mr. Kidd himself) that "he guessed the sun would rise in the west yet if American citizens did a bit more hustling." Those, however, who mock American journalism from the standpoint of somewhat mellower traditions forget a certain paradox which partly redeems it. For while the journalism of the States permits a pantomimic vulgarity long past anything English, it also shows a real excitement about the most earnest mental problems, of which English papers are innocent, or rather incapable. TheSunwas full of the most solemn matters treated in the most farcical way. William James figured there as well as "Weary Willie," andpragmatists alternated with pugilists in the long procession of its portraits."
