“Georgie, how do you think the fire broke out?” she repeated.
This time Georgie felt thoroughly uncomfortable. Had Lucia the power of divination?...
“I don’t know,” he said. “Have you any idea about it?”
“Yes,” said Lucia. “And so have you. I’ll tell you my idea if you like. I saw our poor misguided Daisy coming out of the Museum close on seven o’clock last night.”
“So did I,” said Georgie in a whisper.
“Well, the oil stoves must have been put out long before that,” said Lucia. “Mustn’t they?”
“Yes,” said Georgie.
“Then how was it that there was a light coming out of the Museum windows? Not much of a light, but a little light, I saw it. What do you make of that?”
“I don’t know,” said Georgie.
Lucia held up a censuring finger.