"What makes you think it did not?"
"Because the candle was on the front of his cap. It is there now, as you can see for yourself. The fire, when I first saw it, was burning at the bottom of the bag on the man's back. I do not see, by any stretch of the imagination, how the candle could have fired the cloth."
"You're right."
"Mr. Penton, would you like to question the man?" asked Steve, nodding toward the Italian.
"Yes. Come here, Dominick."
The Italian obeyed with sullenness.
"How did this thing happen, Dominick?"
"Me not know."
"You did not have your candle in your hand at any time, did you?"