There was a patter of feet overhead and racing down the stairway came
half a dozen frightened people. They had been aroused by Mr. Mayo's
shout, and they knew that if the flames reached the stairway first they
would be driven to the fire escape.
There seemed little danger of the fire reaching the stairs, however; for
when Ruth got to the lower hall the door of the burning office had been
opened again, and she saw one of the porters squirting the chemical fire
extinguisher upon the blaze.
Mr. Legrand had flung open the door, and he was greatly excited. He held
his left hand in his right, as though it were hurt.
"Where is Mrs. Mantel?" demanded Mr. Mayo.
"Gone!" gasped Legrand. "Lucky she did. That oil spread all over her
desk and papers. It's all afire."
"I was opening a gallon of lubricating oil. It broke and spurted
everywhere. I cut myself--see?"
He showed his hand. Ruth saw that blood seemed to be running from the
cut freely. But she was more interested in the efforts of the porter.
His extinguisher seemed to be doing very little good.
Ruth heard Mr. Mayo trying to discover the cause of the fire; but Mr.
Legrand seemed unable to tell that. He ran out to a drugstore to have
his hand attended to.
Mr. Mayo seized the second extinguisher from the wall. The porter flung
his down, at the same time yelling:
"No good! No good, I tell you, Mr. Mayo! Everything's got to go. Those
extinguishers must be all wrong. The chemicals have evaporated, or
something."
Mr. Mayo tried the one he had seized with no better result. While this
was going on Ruth Fielding suddenly remembered something--remembered it
with a shock. She had seen the man, José, tampering with those same
extinguishers some days before.
While a certain spray was puffed forth from the nozzle of the
extinguisher, it seemed to have no effect on the flames which were, as
the porter declared, spreading rapidly.
Mrs. Mantel's big desk and the file cabinet were all afire. Nothing
could save the papers and books.
An alarm had been turned in by somebody, and now the first of the fire
department arrived. These men brought in extinguishers that had an
effect upon the flames at once. The fire was quite quenched in five
minutes more.
Ruth had retreated to Mr. Mayo's office. She heard one of the fire
chiefs talking to the gentleman at the doorway.
"What caused that blaze anyway?" the fireman demanded.
"I understand some oil was spilled."
"What kind of oil?" snapped the other.
"Lubricating oil."
"Nonsense! It acted more like benzine or naphtha to me. But you haven't
told me how it got lit up?"
"I don't know. The porter says he first saw flames rising from the waste
basket between the big desk and the file cabinet," Mr. Mayo said. "Then
the fire spread both ways."
"Well! The insurance adjusters will be after you. I've got to report my
belief. Looks as though somebody had been mighty careless with some
inflammable substance. What were you using oil at all for here?"
"I--I could not tell you," Mr. Mayo said. "I will ask Mr. Legrand when he
comes back."
But Ruth learned in the morning that Legrand had not returned. Nobody
seemed to know where he lived. Mrs. Mantel said he had moved recently,
but she did not know where to.
The insurance adjusters did make a pertinent inquiry about the origin of
the fire. But nobody had been in the office with Legrand when it started
save the porter, and he had already told all he had seen. There was no
reason for charging anybody else with carelessness but the missing man.
Save in one particular. Mrs. Mantel seemed horror-stricken when she saw
the charred remains of her desk and the file cabinet. The files of cards
were completely destroyed. The cards were merely brown husks--those that
were not ashes. The records of contributions for six months past were
completely burned.
"But you, fortunately, have the ledgers in the safe, have you not, Mrs.
Mantel?" the Chief said.
The woman in black broke down and wept. "How careless you will think me,
Mr. Mayo," she cried. "I left the two ledgers on my desk. Legrand said
he wished to compare certain figures----"
"The ledgers are destroyed, too?" gasped the man.
"There are their charred remains," declared the woman, pointing
dramatically to the burned debris where her desk had stood.
There was not a line to show how much had been given to the Red Cross at
this station, or who had given it! When Mr. Mayo opened the safe he
found less than two thousand dollars in cash and checks and noted upon
the bank deposit book; and the month was almost ended. Payment was made
to Headquarters of all collections every thirty days.
Mrs. Mantel seemed heartbroken. Legrand did not appear again at the Red
Cross rooms. But the woman in black declared that the funds as shown in
the safe must be altogether right, for she had locked the safe herself
and remembered that the funds were not more than the amount found.
"But we have had some large contributions during the month, Mrs.
Mantel," Mr. Mayo said weakly.
"Not to my knowledge, Mr. Mayo," the woman declared, her eyes flashing.
"Our contributions for some weeks have been scanty. People are getting
tired of giving to the Red Cross, I fear."
Ruth heard something of this discussion, but not all. She did not know
what to think about Mrs. Mantel and Legrand. And then, there was José,
the man whom she had seen tampering with the fire extinguishers!
Should she tell Mr. Mayo of her suspicions? Or should she go to the
office of the fire insurance adjustors? Or should she keep completely
out of the matter?
Had Mr. Mayo been a more forceful man Ruth might have given him her
confidence. But she feared that, although he was a hard-working official
and loyal to the core, he did not possess the quality of wisdom
necessary to enable him to handle the situation successfully.
Besides, just at this time, she heard from New York. Her application had
been investigated and she was informed that she would be accepted for
work with the base supply unit about to sail for France, with the
proviso, of course, that she passed the medical examination and would
pay her share of the unit's expenses and for her own support.
She had to tell Mr. Mayo, bid good-bye to her fellow workers, and leave
Robinsburg within two hours. She had only three days to make ready
before going to New York, and she wished to spend all of that time at
the Red Mill.