Part 57 (1/2)

Events meanwhile took their course. One of the workmen noticed that the small door leading to the cotton warehouse was open. Before he could give notice to the foreman, it had been shut again. The workpeople whispered to one another about thieves and Ferdinand's repentant ghost. But the clerks rushed to the office to see what had become of the master-key, and found it gone.

No doubt Adler himself had taken it. But where was he? The porter had seen him pa.s.s through the gateway, but had not noticed him go out again, though he said he had been watching closely for him. Who would undertake to find him in the huge building?

This time the old book-keeper guessed the danger which threatened the factory. He called up the foremen, ordered that watchmen should be set outside the main doors, that the engines should be stopped and the hands withdrawn from the workshop. But before these orders could be carried out the sound of the alarm bell was heard from the warehouses.

Smoke and flames were issuing from the openings. The hands, already demoralized, were seized with panic and left the workrooms in a crowd.

So precipitate was their flight that they forgot to turn out the lights, left all the doors open, and did not stop the engines. But they had only just saved themselves when the fire began to break out in the warehouses containing the manufactured goods.

”What is this? Someone is setting fire to the mill!” they cried.

”It is the boss himself! He is setting fire to it!”

”Where is he?”

”n.o.body knows.”

The fire was breaking out in the spinning and weaving departments.

”Surely it is Adler himself who is setting the mill alight!”

”Why should we save it, when he is destroying it?”

”Who tells you to save it?”

”But what are we going to eat to-morrow?”