Last week the green-coated police of Berlin detected and waylaid a package addressed to ex-Kaiser Wilhelm, Doorn, Holland. The package was about the proper bulk and proportions to contain a cartwheel. Was Wilhelm building a rustic cart? Had he found the wheels too much for him?
"Nein!" thundered the green-police. To them the portly wafer teemed with untold cubic centimeters of explosives. Excited, they bore the package gingerly into "a courtyard surrounded by high walls." There they discovered that the senders of the package had given as a return address the name of...
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