Early one morning last week on the Pennsylvania Railroad tracks just outside Grand Rapids, Mich, two special trains passed each other in opposite directions. At the end of the southbound train was the private car, David Livingstone. At the end of the northbound train was another private car, Pioneer. As the racket of passing abruptly ceased, someone on the back platform of David Livingstone raised his arm, threw something. A handful of small objects rattled on the rear platform of Pioneer. A Secret Service man snatched at one, scrutinized it suspiciously....
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