The Mystery of Chance
He paused a moment, and then continued:
"I came in by the river. It was all dark like the kingdom of Satan. Then, suddenly, I saw a light and your boat tied up. This light seemed somewhere inside, and its flame puzzled me. I got down from my horse and went onto the steamboat. I found no one, but I found the light. It was a fire just gathering under way. A carpenter had been at work; he had left some shavings and bits of candle, and in this line of rubbish the fire had started."
The man sat down in his chair beside the two tallow candles.
"Fire!" he said. "Yes, there was a carpenter at work in my office cabin to-day. He left shavings, and perhaps bits of candle, it is likely. Was it in my office cabin?"
"Along the floor there," replied my uncle, "beginning to flame up."
"Along the floor!" repeated Mr. Byrd. "Then nothing in my cabin was burned? The wall desk, Abner, with the long mahogany drawer—it was not burned?"
He spoke with an eager interest.
"It was not burned," replied my uncle. "Did it contain things of value?"
"Of great value," returned the man.
"You leave, then, things of value strangely unprotected," replied my uncle. "The door was open."
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