She spoke with eagerness, holding one of his hands in hers tenderly, although it hung limp after the first strong, responsive clasp.
“The fire was out before I got there.”
“Do they know how it started?”
“Not yet.”
“No, not much.”
“Did it do any damage to the machinery?”
“Some.”
Lois looked at him in despair.
“Aren’t you going to tell me anything?”