He ran back inside, dragged the second constable through the door, and placed him beside the other body. Within moments, he had the third; all three constables were now together and out of the reach of fire. Running back into the cottage, Boris grabbed the lit oil-fuelled lantern and threw it against the wall in the hallway. Oil spilled from the broken lantern. Splashing against the walls and floor, it ignited with a whoosh. Flames instantly licked up the walls, the draft through ...