CHAPTER VIII.—A THIEF IN THE NIGHT.LAROSE turned to the puzzled coastguards, puzzled because of an ambulance having been brought there and, also, because four members of the little party had all the smack of plainclothes men about them.
“This shed was set on fire intentionally,” he scowled. “Did you notice any car coming this way?”
The coastguards shook their heads. “No, sir, and we shouldn’t have noticed one if it had come,” replied one of them. “Our station is more than a mile away, right at the end of the spit, and what road there is stops where we are.” He looked doubtful. “And if the party who started this fire came in a car and didn’t want to be seen, I reckon he’d have driven down one of the side roads where he wouldn’t have met anybody.”
“Who does the shed belong to?” asked the
