"I wonder how it caught fire," I said.
"You can never tell. I was asking your neighbor if he'd seed any one around back, but he said no."
"My neighbor?"
"Sure, the feller that opened the new 5- and 10-cent store—Stigler."
"What! Stigler!!"
"Yes, he was here when I got here, a' watching the fire. You don't seem to like him any better'n he likes you!"
"Why?"
"Oh, when I asked him if he'd seed any one 'round, he said, 'No, but he deserves to have his place set afire if he goes a'leavin' excelsior all over the back yard.'"
"Oh!" And I thought to myself, "I wonder?"
Betty had arrived at the store about the time the fire was out. She, poor girl, was almost hysterical. O'Toole put us into his automobile after we had nailed things up and drove us home, but we didn't sleep much, you can be sure.