It was after midnight when Senor Dr. Don Carlos Leiva, Salvadorean charge d'affaires, returned from a friendly card game to his legation on Connecticut
Avenue one night last week. In the dark hallway a light was flashed into his face. He saw the glint of a revolver. "Stick 'em up!" a hard voice ordered. Instead, Dr. Leiva, 51 and husky, fell upon the intruder, grappled for his throat. They wrestled about. The pistol fired wildly. "Pete! Pete!" called the stranger and up from the basement came "Pete" to join the tussle. Dr. Leiva...
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