through fire and smoke to felicity.

free once more, david laidlaw naturally directed his steps towards cherub court.

his freedom was the result of mr dean’s labours, for with the information which he had ferreted out that sedate individual found no difficulty in proving the innocence of our scotsman, and the guilt, in more matters than one, of mr john lockhart. the latter was, however, too wide-awake for our detective, for when a warrant was obtained for his apprehension, and mr dean went to effect the capture, it was found that the bird had flown with a considerable amount of clients’ property under his wing!

although laidlaw’s period of incarceration had been unusually brief, it had afforded ample time for meditation. david’s powers of meditation were strong—his powers of action even stronger. while in his cell he had opened his little bible—the only book allowed him—and turned to the passage which states that, “it is not good that man should be alone.” then he turned to that which asserts that, “a good wife is from the lord,” after which he sat on his bench a long time with his eyes closed—it might be in meditation, perhaps in prayer. the only words that escaped him, however, were in a murmur.

“ay, mither, ye’re right. ye’ve been right iver since i kent ye. but ye’ll be sair putt aboot, woman, whan ye hear that she’s a waux doll! doll, indeed! angel wad be mair like the truth. but haud ye there, david, ye’ve no gotten her yet.”

with some such thoughts in his brain, and a fixed resolve in his heart, he presented himself in the garden on the roof, where he found old liz, susy, and sam blake assembled. they all seemed as if oppressed by some disappointment, but their looks changed instantly on the entrance of the visitor. susy, especially, sprang up with a bright smile, but observing the readiness and the look with which laidlaw advanced to meet her, she checked herself, blushed, and looked as well as felt confused.

“my poor little girl is greatly put about” said sam blake in explanation, “because she’s just heard from samson and son that they’ve too many hands already, an’ don’t want her.”

“don’t want her?” exclaimed the scot; “they’re born eediots!”

the emphasis with which this was said caused susy to laugh, and to discover that her skirt had been caught by a nail in one of the flower-boxes. at the same time a vague suspicion for the first time entered the head of old liz, causing her to wobble the fang with vigour and look at laidlaw with some anxiety.

at this critical moment feet were heard clattering and stumbling up the stair as if in tremendous haste. next moment tommy burst upon their vision in a full suit of superfine blue with brass buttons!

“tommy!” exclaimed susy in amazement.

“no, madam—no. tummas, if you please,” said the boy with dignity, though almost bursting with suppressed excitement. “i’m man-servant to colonel john brentwood, esquire, m.p., f.r.z.q.t., feller of the royal society—an’ good society, an’ every other society. salary not yet fixed; lodgin’, washin’, an’ wittles found. parkisites warious.”

“but why didn’t you tell us of this before?” asked liz, patting the urchin’s head and smiling benignantly.

“’cause i wanted to screw you up vith surprise, an’ i’ve done it too! but i’ve on’y jest entered on my dooties, and ’ave bin sent immedingtly with a message that you an susy are expected to pay us a wisit, which is now doo, an’ mr da-a-a-vid laidlaw is to go there right away—vithout delay—as we say in the poetical vest end.”

“and when are susy and i expected?” asked liz.

“to-morrer.”

“but what are you, tommy? what are you engaged to do?” asked susy.

“play wi’ the knives, amoose myself wi’ the boots and shoes of a mornin’, entertain wisitors at the door with brief conversations, take occasional strolls with messages, be a sorter companion to miss rosa, wots to be married in a veek or two, and, ginerally, to enjoy myself. i’m a tiger, i is, but i don’t growl—oh no! i only purr. my name is tummas, an’ my ’ome is marble ’alls!”

our scotsman went off without delay in response to the message, and was thus prevented from carrying out his “fixed resolve” just then. however, he wouldn’t give in, not he! he would soon find a more convenient opportunity.

meanwhile tommy splint having particularly requested and obtained leave to spend the night—his last night before going to service—with his “granny,” he and sam set to work in the garden to rig up temporary sleeping arrangements à la robinson crusoe, for it was arranged that they should have a grand supper in the garret in honour of the rescue of laidlaw—the returned convict, alias ticket-of-leave man, as tommy called him—and that the males of the party should thereafter sleep in the garden.

need we say that the supper-party was jovial? we think not. the “ticket-of-leave man” and the “tiger” were inimitable in their own lines, and sam came out so strong on the “pirits” of the philippine islands that the tiger even declared himself to be satiated with blood! as for susy—she would have been an amply sufficient audience for each of the party, had all the others been away, and the fang of old liz became riotously demonstrative, though she herself remained silent gazing from one face to another with her glittering black eyes.

finally the ladies retired to rest in the garret, and the gentlemen went to sleep in the garden.

ah! how very old, yet ever new, is the word that man “knows not what an hour may bring forth!” forces unseen, unthought of, are ever at work around us, from the effects of which, it may be, human strength is powerless to deliver.

that night, late—or rather, about the early hours of morning—a spark, which earlier in the night had fallen from the pipe of a drunkard in the public-house below, began to work its deadly way through the boarding of the floor. for a long time there was little smoke and no flame. gradually, however, the spark grew to a burning mass, which created the draught of air that fanned it.

it chanced that night that, under the influence of some irresistible impulse or antagonistic affinity like a musical discord, mrs rampy and mrs blathers were discussing their friends and neighbours in the abode of the former, without the softening influence of the teapot and old liz.

“i smells a smell!” exclaimed mrs rampy, sniffing.

“wery likely,” remarked mrs blathers; “your ’ouse ain’t over-clean.”

but the insinuation was lost on mrs rampy, who was naturally keen of scent. she rose, ran to the window, opened it, thrust out her dishevelled head, and exclaimed “fire!”

“no, it ain’t,” said her friend; “it’s on’y smoke.”

unfortunately the two women wondered for a few precious minutes and ran out to the court, into which, from a back window of the public-house, smoke was slowly streaming. just then a slight glimmer was seen in the same window.

“fire! fire!” yelled mrs rampy, now thoroughly alarmed.

“smoke! smo-o-o-oke!” shrieked mrs blathers. the two women were gifted with eminently persuasive lungs. all the surrounding courts and streets were roused in a few minutes, and poured into the lanes and alleys which led to cherub court.

that extremely vigilant body, the london fire brigade, had their nearest engines out in two minutes. many of the more distant men were roused by telegraph. though in bed, partially clad and asleep, at one moment, the next moment they were leaping into boots and pantaloons which stood agape for them. brass-helmeted, and like comets with a stream of fire behind them, they were flying to the rescue five minutes after the yell and shriek of “fi-i-ire!” and “smo-o-o-oke!”

owing to the great elevation of the garden, and its being surrounded by stacks of chimneys, it was some minutes before the sleepers there were aroused. then, like giants refreshed, david and sam leapt from their bunks, and, like jack-in-the-box, tommy splint shot from his kennel. there was no occasion to dress. in the circumstances the three had turned in, as sam expressed it, “all standing.”

they rushed at the door of the garret, but it was bolted on the inside. susy, who had been awake, had heard the alarm and drawn the bolt so as to give time for hastily throwing on a few garments. the men thundered violently and tried to force the door, but the door was strong, and an instinctive feeling of delicacy restrained them for a few seconds from bursting it open.

“susy! susy!” roared the father; “open! quick! fire!”

“one moment, father. i’m dressing granny, and—”

a loud shriek terminated the sentence, for the flames, gathering headway with wild rapidity, had burst-up some part of the liquor den at the basement and went roaring up the staircase, sending dense clouds of smoke in advance.

this was enough. laidlaw threw his heavy bulk against the door, burst lock and hinge, and sent it flat on the garret floor. blinding smoke met and almost choked him as he fell, and sam, tumbling over him, caught up the first person his hands touched and bore her out. it was old liz—half dressed, and wrapped in a blanket! susy, also half dressed, and with a shawl wrapped round her shoulders, was carried out by laidlaw. both were unhurt, though half stifled by smoke, and greatly alarmed.

“ye ken the hoose, tammy; hoo shall we gang?”

“there’s no way to escape!” cried the poor boy, with a distracted look.

one glance at the staircase convinced laidlaw that escape in that direction was impossible. plunging into the garret again he seized the door and jammed it into its place, thus stopping the gush of black smoke, and giving them a few minutes breathing space.

“is there a rope in the garret?” asked sam eagerly.

“no—nothink o’ the kind,” gasped tommy.

“no sheets,—blankets?” asked the scot.

“only two or three,” replied susan, who supported liz in the rustic chair. “they’re much worn, and not enough to reach near the ground.”

it was no time for useless talk. the two men said no more, but sprang on the parapet outside the garden, to find, if possible, a way of escape by the roofs of the neighbouring houses. the sight they beheld was sufficiently appalling. the fire which raged below them cast a noonday glare over the wilderness of chimney-stacks around, revealing the awful nature of their position, and, in one direction, thousands of upturned faces. the men were observed as they ran along the parapet, and a deep hoarse cry from the sympathetic multitude rose for a few moments above the roaring of the flames.

on two sides the walls of the building went sheer down, sixty feet or more, without a break, into a yard which bristled with broken wood and old lumber. evidently death faced them in that direction. the third side was the gable-end of the garret. on the fourth side there was a descent of twelve feet or so on to the roof of the next block, which happened to be lower—but that block was already in flames.

“there is our chief hope,” said the sailor, pointing to it.

“nay,” responded laidlaw in a low voice, pointing upwards—“oor main hope is there! i thocht they had fire-escapes here,” he added, turning to tommy, who had joined them.

“so they ’ave, but no escape can be got down the yards ’ere. the halleys is too narrer.”

“come, i’ll git a blankit to lower susan and auld liz,” said laidlaw, hastening back to the garden, where the trembling women awaited the result of their inspection.

while the scotsman removed the door and dashed once again into the smoke-filled garret, the sailor hurriedly explained to the women what they were going to attempt, and impressed upon them the necessity of submitting entirely to whatever was required of them, “which will be,” he said, “chiefly to shut your eyes an’ keep quiet.”

laidlaw quickly returned with a couple of sheets and a blanket. sam knotted the sheets together in sailor-like fashion, while his friend made a secure bundle of old liz with the blanket. sam was lowered first to the roof of the tenement which we have said was already on fire, and stood ready to receive liz. she was safely let down and the sheet-rope was detached.

“we’ll no mak’ a bundle o’ you,” said david, turning to susy; “jist putt it roond yer waist.”

when she was safely lowered, tommy was grasped by an arm and let down till his feet rested on sam’s head, whence he easily leaped to the roof, and then david let himself drop. to reach a place of temporary safety they had now to walk on the top of a partition of old brick, about eight inches wide, a fall from which, on one side, meant death, on the other side, broken bones at the least. they knew that a loose brick or a false step might be fatal, but there was no alternative.

sam turned to his daughter: “ye could never cross that, susy?” he said.

although no coward, the poor girl shrank from the giddy ledge, which was rendered more dangerous and terrible by being now surrounded by occasional puffs of smoke and clouds of steam from the water of a dozen hydrants which by that time were playing into the raging flames. to add to the horrors of the situation, beams and masses of masonry were heard occasionally crashing in the interior of the building.

sam advanced to take susy in his arms, but laidlaw stepped between them.

“leave her t’ me,” he said; “the auld woman’s lichter, an’ ye’re no sae strong as me.”

saying which, he lifted the girl in his left arm as if she had been but a little child, and mounted the parapet keeping his right arm free to balance himself or cling to anything if need be. sam, who was quite equal to the emergency, took old liz into his arms and followed, but cast one glance back at tommy.

“never mind me, sam,” cried the boy, who, having got over his first panic, rose heroically to the occasion.

the crowd below saw what they were attempting, and gave them a cheer of encouragement, yet with bated breath, as if they dreaded the issue.

a few seconds and they were past that danger, but still stood on the burning house at another part of the roof. here, being suddenly drenched by spray from one of the engines, sam and tommy made for the shelter of a chimney-stack. as there was not room behind it for more, laidlaw carried his light burden to another stack, and looked hastily round to see what next could be done. just at that moment there was a wild cheer below, in the midst of which a stentorian voice came to them, as it were, on the wings of fire and smoke—“stay where you are a minute—the escape is coming!”

“thank god!” exclaimed laidlaw, looking down at the fair head which rested on his shoulder. the cheeks were deadly white and the eyes closed, but the pressure of her arms showed that the girl clung to him for very life. a bright shower of sparks at the moment flew around them. “heeven an’ pandemonium brought thegither!” he thought as he bent over to protect her. his face was very near to hers!

“my puir wee doo!” he muttered, and placed a timid kiss upon the pale cheek, which instantly coloured as if the fires around had suddenly kindled them.

“o lassie, forgi’e me! i didna mean to do tha—i railly—did—not,—but i couldna help it! i wad hae waited till ye gie’d me leave. but after a’—what for no? i thought t’ ask ye t’ gie me the right this very day. and o lassie! if i might only hope that—”

he stopped, and something induced him to do that again. at the same moment another mighty roar ascended from the crowd, and the head of the great fire-escape rose like a solemn spectre through smoke, fire, and steam, not ten yards from where he stood.

“hooray!” shouted tommy, for he felt that they were saved. laidlaw said nothing, but sprang to the head of the ladder, got carefully upon it, and began steadily to descend with susy. sam was about to follow with old liz, but glanced at tommy.

“go first, lad.”

“arter you, mate,” said the boy, stepping politely back; “you see, tigers, like captings, are always last to leave a sinkin’ ship.”

it was neither the time nor place for ceremony. with something approaching almost to a laugh, the seaman got on the ladder as smartly as he would have taken to the shrouds of a ship, and tommy followed.

half-way down they met a swirl of smoke, with an occasional tongue of flame shooting through it from a shattered window. at the same moment they encountered a brass-helmeted fellow springing boldly up through the same to the rescue.

“gang doon again, freen’,” shouted laidlaw, when his heel came in contact with the helmet. “we’re a’ safe here.”

he paused just a moment to draw the shawl completely over susy’s head and arms, and to pull her dress well round her feet. then, burying his face in the same shawl and shutting his eyes, he descended steadily but swiftly. for a moment or two the rounds of the ladder felt like heated iron bars, and there was a slight frizzling of his brown curly locks at the back. then a fresh draught of air and a tremendous stream of water that nigh washed him off the ladder.

next moment they were safe on the ground, in the midst of the wildly-cheering crowd, through which burst mrs rampy in a flood of joyful tears, and seized old liz in her arms. mrs blathers followed close at her heels.

“my!” she exclaimed in sudden amazement, staring at old liz’s, “it’s gone!”

“so it is,” cried mrs rampy, for once agreeing.

and so it was! the last fang belonging to chimney-pot liz had perished in that great conflagration!

many were the offers that old liz received of house accommodation that night, from the lowest of washerwomen to the highest of tradesmen, but sam blake, in her behalf, declined them all, and proceeded to the main street to hail a cab.

“she ain’t ’urt, is she? you’re not takin’ ’er to a hospital?” cried one of the crowd. “you’ll come back agin to stay with us, liz—won’t you?”

“no, we won’t,” cried a boy’s voice. “we’ve come into our fortins, an’ are a-goin’ to live in the vest end for ever an’ ever.”

“who’s that blue spider?” asked a boy; “w’y—no—surely it ain’t—yes—i do b’lieve it’s tommy splint!”

“don’t believe tommy, friends,” said old liz, as she was about to get into the cab. “i’ll soon be back again to see you. trust me!”

this was received with a tremendous cheer, as they all got inside except laidlaw, who mounted the box.

“stop!” said the latter, as the coachman was about to drive off. he pointed to the burning house, where the raging fire had reached the roof-tree. the crowd seemed awed into silence as they gazed.

one swirl more of the flaming tongues and the garret was consumed—another swirl, and the garden was licked from the scene as effectually as though it had never been.