For a moment Tavia covered her eyes, then she resumed:

"I heard Dorothy's voice and that seemed to keep me from falling in the
smoke. At last the door opened and that's all I know."

"Now, you just rest here," the doctor advised, "while Mr. French and I
do some outside investigating."

Then it was that the important clew was discovered, for at the very door
of the little room, where the fire had raged, was found a piece of glass
with a label!

Gasoline!

"She was right," declared the lawyer, taking possession of the tell-tale
piece of bottle, the railroad men would have been so glad to have seen
first, "this tells the story. A bottle of gasoline exploded."

Looking carefully over the damaged room the lawyer made some entries in
his note book and, with the doctor, approached Lily's mother. The woman
positively refused to make known her name, and even the railroad men had
not succeeded in learning who she was.

"That my baby is safe," she declared, "is all I ask. People saw the girl
coax her off, but even this I am entirely willing to overlook, and I
will positively make no claims against the company."

The doctor saw the child was not in the least injured, and also was
convinced there was no danger of shock to the little nervous system, as
the tot looked upon the whole occurrence as "good fun," so the