“Certainly not,” replied Austin.  “And now I’ll ask you to listen to me for a minute, for you must be tired with all that shouting.”  Aunt Charlotte took up her work with trembling hands, ostentatiously pretending that Austin was no longer in the room.  “You wanted to go to town by the 10.27 train, and I took forcible measures to prevent you.  It may therefore interest you to know what became of that train, and what you have escaped.  There’s been a frightful collision.  The down express ran into it at the curve just beyond the signal station at Colebridge Junction, owing to some mistake of the signalman, I believe.  Anyhow, in the train you wanted to go by there were five people killed outright, and fourteen others crunched up and mangled in a most inartistic style.  And if I hadn’t locked you up as I did you’d probably be in the County Hospital at this moment in an exceedingly unpleasant predicament.”

Dead silence.  Then, “The Lord preserve us!” ejaculated Martha, who stood by, in awe-struck tones.  Aunt Charlotte slowly raised her eyes from her knitting, and fixed them on Austin’s face.  “A collision!” she exclaimed.  “Why, what do you know about it?”

“I called at the station and read the telegram myself.  There was a crowd of people on the platform all discussing it,” returned Austin, briefly.

“Your life has been saved by a miracle, ma’am, and it’s Master Austin as you’ve got to thank for it,” cried Martha, her eyes full of tears, “though how it came about, the good Lord only knows,” she added, turning as though for enlightenment to the boy himself.

Then Aunt Charlotte sank back in her chair, looking very white.  “I don’t understand it, Austin,” she said tremulously.  “It’s terrible to think of such a catastrophe, and all those poor creatures being killed—­and it’s most providential, of course, that—­that—­I was kept from going.  But all that doesn’t explain what share you had in it.  You don’t expect me to believe that you knew what was going to happen and kept me at home on purpose?  The very idea is ridiculous.  It was a coincidence, of course, though a most remarkable one, I must admit.  A collision!  Thank God for all His mercies!”

“If it was only a coincidence I don’t exactly see what there is to thank God for,” remarked Austin, very drily.

“’Twarn’t no coincidence,” averred old Martha, solemnly.  “On that I’ll stake my soul.”

“What was it, then?” retorted Aunt Charlotte.  “Anyhow, Austin, there seems no doubt that, under God, it was what you did that saved my life to-day.  But what made you do it?  How could you possibly tell that you were preventing me from getting killed?”

“I should have told you all that long ago if you weren’t so hopelessly illogical, auntie,” he replied.  “But you never can see the connection between cause and effect.  That was the reason I couldn’t explain why I didn’t want you to go, even before I locked you up.  It wouldn’t have been any use.  You’d have simply laughed in my face, and have gone to London all the same.”