“Didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Go on, then; don’t be foolish, or you’ll be sorry for it!”
“Well, then, Mrs. Wheeler was downstairs—she had just left her room——”
“Here, let me get this story straight. How long had she been in her room? Were you there with her?”
“Yes; we had been there half an hour or so. Then, we heard noise and excitement and a cry of fire. Mrs. Wheeler rushed out of her room and ran downstairs—and I followed, naturally.”
“Yes; and what did you see?”
“Nothing special—I saw a blaze of light, through the front door——”
“The north door?”
“Of course—the one toward the garage—and I saw the garage was on fire, so I thought of nothing else—then.”