Don Miguel Primo de Rivera y Orbaneja, Marqués de Estella, pale and paunchy exiled Dictator of Spain, sat in his bedroom in the Hotel du Pont Royal in Paris last week writing letters. On their way to church, his two daughters Carmen and Pilar knocked on his bedroom door.
"Hurry back," said Don Primo, "be sure not to return too late."
Three-quarters of an hour later the frantic jangling of a bell sent green-aproned porters, and rosy chambermaids scurrying to the room. Livid, rigid, gasping, Don Primo lay sprawled in his chair.
"Spain did this,"...
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