A black Mercedes-Benz convertible, long and lethal-looking, pulled to a screeching halt before the Lebanese presidential palace in Beirut. A Lebanon honor guard snapped to attention and a military band blared forth the Syrian national anthem. Security men swarmed about the car. Then, from behind the bulletproof glass of the car door stepped a dapper little man with the look of a morose mouse.
The caller was Colonel Adib Shishekly, Syria's publicity-shy strong man, and he had come to ask a favor of his Lebanese neighbor. Iraq wanted to condemn him as...
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