For more than three years Portugal watched the dregs of World War II drift down from France and Spain across her borders. Rich refugees in dust-covered Rolls-Royces, tattered fugitives from Axis terror, arrogant diplomats and businessmen from Italy and Germany crowded the narrow streets of her aged, smelly towns. Over the lavish seaside resort of Estoril the wide-winged U.S. Clippers glided down to Lisbon's Tagus River and at the inland Cintra airport planes of the Lufthansa and the British Airways stood side by side. Portugal was open to all warring nations. Neutrality was profitable and, if one did not...
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