Through pattering rain, ten armed soldiers and three officers marched up the driveway of the San Salvador mansion of President Jose Maria Lemus at 10'clock one morning last week. The group's leader drew his pearl-handled Luger pistol, rapped discreetly at the door, waited. The door opened, and there stood Lemus— barefoot, wearing blue pajamas. "What's up?'' he asked. "You are no longer President, my colonel," said the officer. "In fact, you are under arrest.''
Still in pajamas, the ex-President was whisked to a downtown fort for 24 hours' safekeeping before flying off...
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