Don't think I met anyone till then." "So easy as that!" marvelled the voice of Chief Inspector Heat.

"The bang startled you, eh ?" "Yes; it came too soon," confessed the gloomy, husky voice of Mr Verloc.
Mrs Verloc pressed her ear to the keyhole; her lips were blue, her hands cold as ice, and her pale face, in which the two eyes seemed like two black holes, felt to her as if it were enveloped in flames.
On the other side of the door the voices sank very low.

She caught words now and then, sometimes in her husband's voice, sometimes in the smooth tones of the Chief Inspector.

She heard this last say: "We believe he stumbled against the root of a tree ?" There was a husky, voluble murmur, which lasted for some time, and then the Chief Inspector, as if answering some inquiry, spoke emphatically.
"Of course.

Blown to small bits: limbs, gravel, clothing, bones, splinters--all mixed up together.