"Let us about it at once." "I have got the fire-balls with me," observed Hubert.
"It is well," returned Grant.
Quitting the cathedral, they proceeded to Thames-street, and tracking it to Fish-street-hill, struck off on the right into an alley that brought them to Pudding-lane.
"This is the house," said Chowles, halting before a two-storied wooden habitation, over the door of which was suspended the sign of the "Wheat Sheaf, with the name THOMAS FARRYNER, BAKER, inscribed beneath it.
"And here," said Hubert, "shall begin the great fire of London." As he said this, he gave a fire-ball to Solomon Eagle, who lighted the fuze at Chowles's lantern.

The enthusiast then approached a window of the baker's shop, and breaking a small pane of glass within it, threw the fire-ball into the room.

It alighted upon a heap of chips and fagots lying near a large stack of wood used for the oven, and in a few minutes the whole pile had caught and burst into a flame, which, quickly mounting to the ceiling, set fire to the old, dry, half-decayed timber that composed it.
II.
THE FIRST NIGHT OF THE FIRE.
Having seen the stack of wood kindled, and the flames attack the building in such a manner as to leave no doubt they would destroy it, the incendiaries separated, previously agreeing to meet together in half an hour at the foot of London Bridge; and while the others started off in different directions, Chowles and Judith retreated to a neighbouring alley commanding a view of the burning habitation.
"At last the great design is executed," observed Chowles, rubbing his hands gleefully.

"The fire burns right merrily, and will not soon be extinguished.

Who would have thought we should have found such famous assistants as the two madmen, Solomon Eagle and Robert Hubert--and your scarcely less mad foster-brother, Philip Grant?
I can understand the motives that influenced the two first to the deed, but not those of the other." "Nor I," replied Judith, "unless he wishes in some way or other to benefit Leonard Holt by it.