From the belly of the giant British dirigible 12-33, which moved majestically above a yellow haze that was the city of London, a trapeze was lowered on the end of which dangled a tiny airplane. For a moment it swung there perilously; then its motor took hold and it careered away, maneuvering all about the big dirigible, sniffing at air pockets, nosing through patches of heathery cloud, like a baby kangaroo which had got out of its mother's pouch. Presently the dirigible flashed a signal; the long metallic umbilical cord was lowered...
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