Grim Plutarco Elias Calles, Minister of War, sat in the public dining room of a hotel at Torreon, Mexico, last week, methodically chewing. Generals and businessmen leaned over the table, talking excitedly. General Calles, scowling, continued to eat.
The chief general of the rebel forces, Gonzalo Escobar, had just fled from Torreon before the advance of Calles and his three federal columns. Theirs was the victory, but it was a hollow one. The wily General Escobar had looted five Torreon banks of $510,000 before he left. General Calles could see the outraged banks from where he ate, their windows broken, their vaults...
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