A host of fire fiends take on the element devouring Bill’s asphaltum camphene laboratory. Bill is fortunately absent when the explosion and fire occur, having stepped into the drug store to divert his mind in the chemical concoction of a Wellingtonian cocktail. The damage could have been worse, had it not been for the grace of the greatest and most wonderful saint, housed in the old lady’s oratory above the lab.

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