As the sleek French packet Amiral Pierre steamed southward through the Mediterannean last week her first cabin passengers regarded with awe a squat, hawk-beaked Moroccan with a short bristling black beard who appeared now and then on deck always accompanied by two armed French guards. Spain and France had poured out hundreds of millions in gold, and tens of thousands in lives to place the sardonic Moroccan with his brother, their wives and suite upon the Amiral Pierre. Not six months ago Mohammed ben Abd-el-Krim and his brother Muhammed were holding the Riffian fastnesses of Morocco against that master strategist...
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