In conservative U.S. papers the sultry little tale from Havana got what it deserved: decent burial on an inside page, below the fold. In the tabloids, and such dailies as are tabloids under the skin, the life, loves and death of one John Lester Mee got top billing as the season's spiciest mixture of sin, sex, masochism and mon-keyshine justice. It was the type of news the U.S. press tells only too well, and loves to tell.
The plot was tailor-made: two Navy veterans, cruising the Caribbean in a 75-foot yacht, acquired a sloe-eyed...
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