Once upon a time there was an anarchist who spent his spare moments distributing bombs here and there, in spots where he thought they would do the most damage. But on one fateful day he chose to put a bomb in a powder factory. With his usual care he planted the explosive where it would spread the conflagration. When all was in readiness he touched the fuse and bolted for his life, hoping to view the impending holocaust from a safe distance. But he found the doors locked, and his avenues of escape cut off. Subsequently he went the way of all true villains, perishing in the destruction he himself had wrought.