“No, sir,” said she, sincere as can be, “I never did ignite this fire!”

“Listen well, girl,” answered Inspector Earl, “I half suspect you are a liar!”

“Suspicions of arson?” inquired the parson, obsequious, timid, subdued.

“Indeed,” replied Earl, “though, no, not the girl… The arsonist, sir; it was you!”

This poem was based on the prompt “this fire” at TypeTrigger.