ABSTRACT
Nine o’clock on Sunday morning in Tokyo is seven o’clock on Saturday night in New York and there was plenty of time to get through to the foreign-news desk in the New York Times office. On Sunday mornings there was usually nothing to do except go through the Japanese papers. Ofusa-san, my assistant, had already combed them. I went over them again with him. There was nothing, not an item, not a hint. All quiet on the Tokyo front.
