The Eiffel Tower still stood above the Champ de Mars, and the Mediterranean Sea, unmoved by apocalyptic whips, still gently lapped Riviera beaches. But Frenchmen felt that it had been a close call.
The Tightrope. Headlines in Paris papers had trumpeted: "Tomorrow the world is going to blow up," and Scientist Robert Esnault-Pelterie had warned that Crossroads might well start a fatal chain reaction. On the appointed Day of Wrath, a load of wooden wine caskets broke loose from a truck in Casablanca, French Morocco, and hollowly thundered on the cobbled street....
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