Harriet and I spent part of the evening in reading the newspaper accounts of the assassination of the Austrian Archduke and his wife.

There seems to be a good deal of excitement about it because he was the next heir to the Austrian throne.
The assassination occurred in Bosnia at a place called Sarajevo.
Crawshaw, whose desk is next to mine in the office, believes it will make a nice mess for the Bosnians and Servians because they have been rather troublesome about wanting to be united into one country instead of two, and called Greater Serbia.

That seems a silly sort of reason for throwing bombs and killing people.

But foreigners have a way of thinking bombs settle everything.

Harriet brought out her old school geography and we looked up Sarajevo on the map of Austria-Hungary.