behind
a crowd were searching for relics. An old woman had been killed, they
said. We turned into the main street and plunged into a large crowd. The
pavement had been torn up, and people were grubbing in the mud; pieces
of charred wood were passed from hand to hand.

"That's a bit of propeller," said one. "No; it's a bit of the frame,"
said another. A girl proudly held up a large piece of map scorched all
round the edges.

"And the men?" we asked.

"Nemachke (Germans)," answered the crowd; "both dead; one here, one over
there," pointing to the middle of the road.

We came into the Stobarts' camp, pitched up on the hill behind the
Kragujevatz pleasure ground.

"Did you see the aeroplanes?" they cried, running towards us.

"No," we answered; "but we saw the shrapnel."

"One was hit--it was wonderful. They were flying just over here, and a
shrapnel burst quite close; and then one saw a thin stream of smoke come
from the plane; then a little flicker. It seemed to fall so slowly. Then
it burst into flames and came down like a great comet."

"D----n!" we said: "if only that machine had been working right
yesterday."

We took our car down to the arsenal, and I left Sava to take it to bits
and get it opened out, for there had been a bit of a knock in the crank
case. The remains of the smashed aeroplane were piled in the yard, and
from the way it had twisted up without breaking one could see from what
beautiful metal the machinery was made. Some of the French experts
denied that the guns had hit it--giving as their reason that one of its
own bombs had exploded. But one of the engineers put his hand into a big
hole which was beneath the crank case and drew out a shrapnel ball. I
thought that would settle it, but the Frenchmen were not convinced. The
shells were bursting fifty metres too low, they said. Fifteen bombs had
fallen about the arsenal, and one man, a non-commissioned officer, had
been killed.

Met Hardinge and Mawson: they both saw the aeroplane fall, and were not
fifty yards from the place where it struck.

Walked back to the Stobarts' camp for lunch. A French aeroplane had come
over from Belgrade too late; now it rose slowly in the air and sailed
off. Saw the two dead aviators; both had evidently been killed at once,
for they were charred, not blistered.

Colonel Phillips, ex-Governor of Scutari, and English military attache,
came up with the Italian attache. A bomb had fallen just before the
colonel