“Without my Bones,” said the Chaplain. “Two demobilized officers down on their luck break into an empty prefabricated house and find six corpses from which all the bones have been removed. There’s an awful good description for what they looked like, pretty gruesome. At first they think it’s been done by a doctor, but another demobbed man who comes in turns out to be a detective in disguise and he is on the trail of a Russian scientist who has invented something that melts people’s bones without affecting the rest of them. Wonderful the way people think of these things.”
“Good old Russians,” said Mr. Feeder. “Sort of thing they would think up. I can’t see what good it would do though.”
Mr. Birkett, rather bored by this literary excursion, said it reminded him of Mr. Chadband’s description
