2 A. M. Panama City was asleep last week, except for the little Chinese grocery stores which never close.
Panama has no Army, no Navy, only police.
Stealthily, while street lights winked, a group of men approached the Central Po lice Station. Their leader carried a large sabre without scabbard, wore a soiled white linen suit, no hat, brilliant yellow shoes. It was a revolution.
Some of the revolutionists had machetes, others had shotguns, rifles, pistols; one had a "riot gun." In at the doors and windows of the Central Police Station they...