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The same image, I knew, was in Pete's thought as in mine; it was of a test we had witnessed of one of the new navy bombs of TNT which blew apart and sent down, in one terrific detonation, a great armored battleship.
"Suppose," said Pete, thinking again out loud, "he drops one of those things in a street—a New York street. Remember when somebody dropped from a cart a bomb—it had half a pound of dynamite, perhaps—in Wall Street?"
I nodded.
"Ten bombs," iterated Pete, "from airplanes piloted by him—completely sane. The idea of the dummy," Pete continued, recollecting the mechanical pilot, "becomes clearer. He'll install it on a weight-carrying plane, load it with TNT and send it where he wants. Evidently he was simply practicing control of
