Where There's no Smoke There's no Fire

Bells rang, fire engines screamed to a stop, ladders went up the walls, leads of hose rolled through doorways, firemen dashed hither and yon....

A fire? In Adairs? "Wacko!" shouted the small boy on the footpath.

And then the light dawned. Where there's no smoke, there's no fire. It was only a practice for the brigade timed for 4.55 on an afternoon last week.

Everything went according to plan, and while there was no fire to fight, indications were that if there had been one it would have come off second-best.