Macmurdo and the Scowers

Macmurdo listened at the door of the lonely house, but all was still within. Then he leaned the powder bag against it, ripped a hole in it with his knife and attached the fuse. When it was well alight, he and his two companions took to their heels and were some distance off. No cleaner job had ever been carried out in the blood stained annals of the society. But alas that work so well organized and boldly carried out. Should all have gone for nothing.