When the post office in Troy, Mich., summoned Michael Achorn to pick up a 2-ft.-long 40-lb. package, his wife Margaret cheerfully went to accept it, but as she drove it back to her office in Detroit, she began to worry. The box was from Montgomery Ward, but the sender, Edward Achorn, was unknown to Margaret and her husband despite the identical last name. What if the thing was a bomb? She telephoned postal authorities.
Postal Inspector J.M. Black reasoned that since she had taken delivery, it was her problem, not the post office's. He suggested calling the Detroit police bomb squad....
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