Enormous hole in the ground under a tree filled with smashed roots and broken branches.

All round fragments of a man's body blown to pieces.

That's all.

The rest's mere newspaper gup.
No doubt a wicked attempt to blow up the Observatory, they say.

H'm.
That's hardly credible." He looked at the paper for a while longer in silence, then passed it to the other, who after gazing abstractedly at the print laid it down without comment.
It was Ossipon who spoke first--still resentful.
"The fragments of only _one_ man, you note.