“And now,” she exclaimed, her eyes growing suddenly wide with excitement, “it’s all burned up!”
“What time did you go to sleep to-night?” Johnny asked.
“I—I think I heard the tower clock strike eleven.”
“And were you up there all the time?”
“No, down in the office mostly.”
“The office?” Johnny leaned forward eagerly. That was where the fire had started.
“Yes.”
“What were you doing in the office?”
“Looking at picture books. Lots of them down there, and I could read by the light from the street lamp.”
“But didn’t you hear any sound; smell smoke or anything?”