"Fanny?"
"Yes; I am sure it was her. I didn't mind where she went, for I happened to think the mainsail of the Greyhound wanted a little mending, and I went over to my room after some needles. While I was in my chamber, one of the gardeners rushed up to tell me the boat-house was afire. I came down, but 'twasn't no use; the building was most gone when I got here."
"Did you leave anything in the building in the shape of matches, or anything else?" asked Mr. Grant.
"No, sir; I never do that," replied the old man, with a blush.
"I know you are very careful, Ben. Then I suppose it was set on fire."
"I suppose it was, sir."
"Who do you suppose set it afire, Ben?" said Bertha, anxiously.
"Bless you, miss, I don't know."
"Do you think it was Noddy?"
"No, Miss Bertha, I don't think it was."