News gave her orders quietly, calmly: [Illustration: EUGENE SZANTO _alias_ SCHREIBER „ 122 BÉLA KÚN (1) AND TIBOR SZÁMUELLY „ 130 TERRORISTS (I.) „ 140 ‘SZÁMUELLY ... TOOK HOSTAGES AND HAD THEM HANGED.” ] “Attack....” “Who?” “The Reds!...” That was a sprained ankle?
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