ANDERSON. If you dig deep enough you find things.
RUDOLPH. Have you found anything that can explain how the fire started?
ANDERSON. Naw, nothing of that kind.
RUDOLPH. That means we are still under suspicion, all of us.
ANDERSON. Not me, I guess.
RUDOLPH. Oh, yes, for you have been seen up in the attic at unusual hours.
ANDERSON. Well, I can't always go at usual hours to look for my tools when I've left them behind. And I did leave my hammer behind when I fixed the stove in the student's room.
RUDOLPH. And the stone-cutter, the gardener, Mrs. Westerlund, even the painter over there—we are all of us under suspicion—the student, the cook, and myself more than the rest. Lucky it was that I had paid the insurance the day before, or I should have been stuck for good.—Think of it: the stone-cutter suspected of arson—he who's so afraid of doing anything wrong! He's so conscientious nowadays that if you ask him what time it is he won't swear to it, as his watch may be wrong. Of course, we all know he got two years, but he's reformed, and I'll swear now he's the straightest man in the quarter.
ANDERSON. But the police suspect him because he went wrong once—and he ain't got his citizenship back yet.
RUDOLPH. Oh, there are so many ways of looking at a thing—so many ways, I tell you.—Well, Anderson, I guess you'd better quit for the day, seeing as you're going to the wedding to-night.