World War: Will Chemistry Fight?

A knot of the idle curious pressed around the ropes. Inside the shut-off area —a stretch of bomb-racked street back of Victoria Station, London—grotesque figures moved about: men dressed like sailors out in some supernatural storm, in great shiny capes, voluminous shiny trousers, boots, gloves, masks, helmets.

A loudspeaker on a truck said in sternest tones: "When I shout the word, everyone, including the press, must put on his mask."

Then the loudspeaker roared the word: "GAS!"

The weirdly dressed people inside the ropes began running about like characters in a dream....

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