Through Lombardy roared a cavalcade of motors that knew no speed laws. At the wheel of his own car Benito Mussolini swooped o'er the Tessin Hills and down upon the Locarno Conference (see INTERNATIONAL) a scant 30 hours before it closed.
Pale, haggard, he sought the villa of Joseph Farinelli, his wealthy friend. His bodyguard, 20 strong, was swelled by a cordon of Swiss police desperately uneasy lest he be assassinated. Secretly he returned the official calls of his distinguished confréres, who were busy with the final details of the Pact. In...
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