"I've heard of the epidemic of fires from my friend Mr. Jameson here, on the Star," remarked Kennedy when we were alone. "Some, I understand, have attributed the fires to incendiaries, others have said they were the work of disgruntled servants, others of an architect or contractor who hasn't shared in the work and thinks he may later. I've even heard it said that an insurance man may be responsible—hoping to get new business, you know."
Gaskell looked at us keenly. Then he rose and approached us, raising his finger as though cautioning silence.
"Do you know," he whispered so faintly that it was almost lost, "sometimes I think there is a plot against me?"
"Against you?" whispered back Kennedy. "Why, what do you mean?"
"I can't tell you—here," he replied. "But, I believe there are detectaphones hidden about this house!"
"Have you searched?" asked Kennedy keenly.
"Yes, but I've found nothing. I've gone over all the furniture and such things. Still, they might be inside the walls, mightn't they?"
Kennedy nodded.
"Could you discover them if they were?" asked Gaskell.
"I think I could," replied Craig confidently.