The fire was out in the heater." "Yes." "And I very naturally took my way down to where I expected to find our lady at work in the re-kindling process." "Well ?" "Sure enough, there she was, kindling the fire with a vengeance." "With what ?" I asked.

"With a vengeance ?" "Yes, with a vengeance to my pocket.

She had the oil can in her hands, and was pouring its contents freely into the furnace, in order to quicken combustion.

I now understand all about this fishy smell." "And I all about the remarkable disappearance of a gallon of oil in four days.

Kindling the fire with dollar and forty cent oil!" "Even so!" "What did you say to her, Mr.Smith ?" "Nothing.