The Three Impostors; or, The TransmutationsMachen, Arthur
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The Three Impostors; or, The Transmutations
Machen, Arthur
Fiction; Horror tales, English
"Why, what have I done? Why should you hurt me? I am a harmless man, I
never did you any wrong." I covered my face with my hands; it seemed so
pitiful, and it was such a terrible death.
"What have I done?" I cried again. "You must take me for some other man.
You cannot know me."
"You black-hearted devil," said the man at my side, "we know you well
enough. There's not a man within thirty miles of this that won't curse
Jack Smith when you are burning in hell."
"My name is not Smith," I said, with some hope left in me. "My name is
Wilkins. I was Mr. Smith's secretary, but I knew nothing of him."
"Hark at the black liar," said the man. "Secretary be damned! You were
clever enough, I dare say, to slink out at night, and keep your face in
the dark, but we've tracked you out at last. But your time's up. Come
along."
I was dragged to the tree and bound to it with chains, and I saw the
piles of wood heaped all about me, and shut my eyes. Then I felt myself
drenched all over with some liquid, and looked again, and a woman
grinned at me. She had just emptied a great can of petroleum over me and
over the wood. A voice shouted, "Fire away," and I fainted and knew
nothing more.
When I opened my eyes I was lying on a bed in a bare comfortless room. A
doctor was holding some strong salts to my nostrils, and a gentleman
standing by the bed, whom I afterwards found to be the sheriff,
addressed me:--
"Say, mister," he began, "you've had an uncommon narrow squeak for it.
The boys were just about lighting up when I came along with the posse,
and I had as much as I could do to bring you off, I can tell you. And,
mind you, I don't blame them; they had made up their minds, you see,
that you were the head of the Black Gulf gang, and at first nothing I
could say would persuade them you weren't Jack Smith. Luckily, a man
from here named Evans, that came along with us, allowed he had seen you
with Jack Smith, and that you were yourself. So we brought you along and
jailed you, but you can go if you like, when you're through with this
faint turn."
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