As flames rose higher I fancied I could hear the distant crackle. Who had started this fire? And who was to find the arsonist now that David was gone?
But the boy beside me needed distracting. "At least no one can blame you this time,"I said. "You've been up here since before dinner."
He threw me a look of scorn. "You know better than that. Anybody could set it to start-with a cigarette in a matchbox, or a candle, if it was to take longer. There are lots of ways. Then whoever it was could be far away by the time it really got started."