"But who did put the brushwood up against the garage?" demanded Senator Morr.
"I'm sure I don't know," put in the chauffeur. "But what James says, sir, is true—he put the heap out there—I was working around the garage when he did it."
"Do you mean to insinuate that this fire was set by somebody?" cried the senator, quickly.
"I don't know about that, sir," answered the chauffeur, while the gardener merely shrugged his shoulders. He was an old man and one who had been trusted by the Morrs for years.
"If what you say is true, I'll have to look into this matter," remarked Senator Morr. "I don't propose to have my garage burnt down, with two automobiles worth five thousand dollars,—not to say anything about the danger to the rest of the place. If I find"
Bang! It was an explosion like a cannon and made everybody jump. As Dave looked, he saw a corner of a distant fence fly apart, and bits of fire seemed to fill the midnight air. Then followed utter silence.
"The cannon cracker!" gasped Phil.
"What could have made it go off?" asked Roger.
"Some sparks from this fire—or else it was lit when Phil took it out," answered Dave.
"What are you talking about?" asked Senator
