Surfeited by whole years of public adulation, Signer Mussolini bethought himself suddenly last week of perhaps the most unnoticed and retiring woman in all Italy.
Summoned by a curt order, the Premier's sleek but thunderous motor shot to the portals of his residence, the Villa Toronia;* drew up with a screech.
Motioning his chauffeur to a seat beside the wheel, Il Duce seized it himself, kicked open the cutout, vanished before news gatherers could ask whither.
Roaring like a fire demon, the car devoured 250 miles almost without slackening. From Rome it fled...
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