The World asserts that a parcel of dynamite robbed from
a man in a Bayswater omnibus by a thief, who mistook it for a roll of silver, is knocking about London somewhere, and may spring sudden destruction upon some of us, where and when we know not. Probably the thief, when he discovered that it was not silver, would have had no means of recognising the substance as a highly explosive one, so that it might be cast into a drain or into the fire without any suspicion of the consequences. Really, the very complete incognito under which these world-compelling forces travel about our planet has something very inconvenient in it. It is moat inconvenient hypocrisy in dynamite to pass as mere clay.