The Incendiary: A Story of Mystery

CHICAGO AND NEW YORK: RAND, McNALLY & COMPANY, MDCCCXCVII.
A PRIZE STORY In The Chicago Record series of Stories of Mystery.
THE INCENDIARY
BY W. A. Leahy.
(This story—out of 816 competing—was awarded the fourth prize in the Chicago Record's $30,000 to Authors competition.)
Copyright, 1896, by W. A. Leahy.
It was about half-past three in the afternoon when Bertha, the housemaid, came running down the steps, with a shrill cry of Fire! and fell plump into the arms of the bake-shop girl, who had seen the smoke curling from Prof. Arnold's window and was hastening across to warn the occupants of his house. The deep bark of a dog was heard within and presently Sire, the professor's old St. Bernard, rushed by the two young women and darted hither and thither, accosting the bystanders distractedly, as if burdened with a message he could not communicate.
Ring the alarm! cried Bertha and the bake-shop girl in a breath, as soon as they had recovered from the shock of their collision. Their cry was taken up by a knot of three boys, who, as usual, were the first on the spot; passed along till it reached some loungers on the corner, whose inertia was more gradually overcome; and presently half the neighborhood, as if by a spontaneous impulse, came thronging into Cazenove street, each following his leader, like a flock of startled ewes. Bertha, caught in the middle of this ring of sight-seers, stood paralyzed a moment; then singling out the one man of action, she broke through the crowd and stopped him midway in his advance.
For the love of heaven, will you ring the alarm?
The postman turned and scudded to the box. There was an interval of suspense that seemed an age.
Is there any one in the house? was the first question of Patrolman Chandler, when he galloped up to the scene. He had been attracted at once by the barking of Sire.
Mr. Robert, cried Bertha, wringing her hands. Mr. Robert was in the study. The crowd looked up and measured the swift gains of the destructive element.