“Well, he was here,” said Sputnik,” I saw him from outside, standing by the corner of the window.”
Maggot studied the door lock, the corridor and the stairs beyond, and then he walked slowly across the room and stood by the window-sill.
“You ever heard of spontaneous human combustion, Sputters?” he said quietly.
“You reckon that is what it was?” replied Sputnik, incredulously.
“Something similar,” shrugged Maggot.
“Wouldn’t it leave some sort of trace?” asked Sputnik, tugging at his sticky-white shirt and tie.
“I expect so,” said Maggot trailing his forefinger idly through viscous liquid…