For the third time in a twelvemonth Death darted a sable claw last week at Benito Mussolini. He had just returned to Rome from attending military maneuvers in Umbria with King Vittorio Emanuele. Having spent the night at his sumptuous suburban residence, a villa lent by Count Torlonia, Signor Mussolini breakfasted frugally, set off for his office at 10 a. m.

One Gino Lucetti, a pale young man dressed in a neat brown suit, awaited the Premier's car at the Porta Pia. His slightly bulging coat pockets held four hand grenades which he...

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