Even then Bassett's first thought was of fire. He elbowed his way to
the foot of the stairs, and demanded to be allowed to go up, but he was
refused.
"In a few minutes," said the boy. "No need of excitement."
"Is it a fire?"
"I don't know myself. I've got my orders. That's all." Wilkins came
hurrying in. The crowd, silent and respectful before the law, opened to
let him through and closed behind him.
Bassett stood at the foot of the stairs, looking up.