CHAPTER 4I stared at the garish portrait for a long time. It wasn’t registering; I had a feeling of disorientation. There was too much to absorb.
“Now you will understand, Mr. Bayard, why we have brought you here,” the general said, as I silently handed the picture back to him. “You represent our hidden ace. But only if you consent to help us of your own free will.” He turned to Richthofen again.
“Manfred, will you outline our plan to Mr. Bayard?”
Richthofen cleared his throat. “Quite possibly,” he said, “we could succeed in disposing of the Dictator Bayard by bombing his headquarters. This, however, would merely create a temporary diversion until a new leader emerged. The organization of the enemy seems to be such that no more than a very brief respite would be gained, if any at all, b
