“It sounded, the boys tell me, very like the horn of the car that we had taken from our garage.”
The tramp looked into the face of Mr. Sanders a moment before he said, “And you suspect, do you, that I took your car and left the horn here?”
“Do you know where our car is?” inquired Mr. Sanders abruptly. “I told my son to give you ten dollars for returning the old car. Here is the money,” Mr. Sanders added, as he held forth a bill.
“Thank you, sir,” said the tramp, as he took the money and thrust it into his pocket. “I told the boys that I could be persuaded to accept the reward; but about your other car, all I can say is that I don’t know where it is now.”
“Do you know who took it?”
“I do not.”
“Do you know how the fire started in the old house last night?”
“No, sir. I don’t.”
“But you had some flash-light powder and you set it off here. The house may have caught fire from it.”
“I don’t think it could possibly have got on fire that way. You see we used that powder in pans and we set it off in two or three rooms at the same time, just as we used to answer one another’s cries or groan together. The fire couldn’t spread. The powder just flashed up and then the fire was all out in a minute. Besides, the old house was no good anyway. No one could live in it and my friends and I thought that if we slept there occasionally no one would be any the worse for it. Of course if there had been any objections made we should have been glad to pay attention to them.”