Two Japanese, each of medium height, each with a heavily wrinkled face, small clipped white mustache and a nearly bald head, put on their sleeping kimonos in the official residence of the Premier of Japan one dark and snowy night last week, laid their heads upon pillows of hard wood and went to sleep.
Sprinting through the snow shortly before 5 A. M. went a group of resolute figures in the mustard-colored uniform of the Japanese Army, lugging with them a few machine guns. They dashed through the Premier's gates and with...
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