WORLD WAR
A tall young man, dressed in a general's uniform, accompanied by an aide de camp and an elderly statesman, hopped into his car at Brussels after dinner one evening last week and sped through northern Belgium into The Netherlands. Shortly before 11 o'clock the car raced up the Noordiende, one of The Hague's main streets, and stopped abruptly before a small but stately white Palace.
Before long the placid inhabitants of the placid Dutch seat of government were spreading the news that for some unexplained reason—and they feared the reason was ominous—Leopold III, King of the Belgians,...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
