Frederick Britten Austin

Frederick Britten Austin

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Portrait of Frederick Britten Austin Frederick Britten Austin The Red Book Magazine, Volume 36… (1920)

It was the stranger, back again!
“The white dog! The white dog!” he gasped in terror.
Mr. Gilchrist clutched at him and fought for breath to speak.
“But my dear sir—” he began irritably. This was absurd! Of course there was a dog—the harmless old white bull which was Williamson's invariable companion. He tried to explain, but the stranger, tugging frantically to get free, would listen to nothing. With the strength of a madman he wrenched himself from Gilchrist's detaining grasp and fled into the house.
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Portrait of Frederick Britten Austin Frederick Britten Austin The Red Book Magazine, Volume 36… (1920)

I chose an unoccupied carriage and settled myself in it—waiting, with throbbing anxiety, for the few remaining minutes to slip away before the train was due to start. Those minutes seemed vast spaces of time in which the movement of the world had stopped, waiting for some catastrophe. At last I heard the bell ring. For one wild, exultant moment I thought that I was safe.
“Then, just as the train commenced to move, I saw a man running along the platform, holding a dog in leash. The animal strained powerfully at the lead, his nose to the ground. On the instant, I recognized it—the white dog!
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Portrait of Frederick Britten Austin Frederick Britten Austin The Red Book Magazine, Volume 36… (1920)

With the fascination of a man trapped and bound, I saw him bend sideways and put his hand into his hip pocket. Instantly—I know not how—there was a deafening report in the carriage, and a film of smoke floated between me and him. He sank to the floor. He rolled slightly with his last gasp, his arm outflung. I had killed him! I stood fixed with horror. In his hand was—not a revolver, but a tobacco-pipe.
“For a moment my senses left me. I knew nothing. I was brought to consciousness by a sharp pain in my leg. The white dog held me in a savage grip, growling in a manner frightful to hear.
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