She paid closer attention to the pencil mark and observed that it passed through the Treasury building.
"Don't look at that map!" shrieked the Professor, beating the air with his hands.

"I asked you to bring it to me.

Can't you do a simple action like that without spying about ?" Jennie rapidly unfastened the paper from the wall and brought it to him.
The scientist scrutinized it closely, adjusting his glasses the better to see, then deliberately tore the map into fragments, numerous and minute.

He rose--and this time Jennie made no protest--went to the window, opened it, and flung the fluttering bits of paper out into the air, the strong wind carrying them far over the roofs of Vienna.

Closing the casement, he came back to his chair.
"Was--was anyone hurt at this explosion ?" he asked presently.
"Yes, four men were killed instantly, a dozen were seriously injured and are now in hospital." "Oh, my God--my God!" cried the old man, covering his face with his hands, swaying from side to side in his chair like a man tortured with agony and remorse.