Some time early last month a balloon floated silently in across Cape Flattery on Washington's rainswept northern coast. The balloon, made of shellacked, parchment-like paper and bearing the rising sun of Japan, was a sizable object (33½ ft. in diameter) but nobody saw it, apparently. Eventually a 70-ft. fuse, connected to a small incendiary bomb on the inflammable paper bag, sputtered—and went out. The balloon drifted on across the Northwest.
Finally, unseen, unheard, it buckled gently into a heap near Kalispell, Mont., 475 air miles east of the Pacific. Last week, after its...
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