Ivar Kreuger, 52, matchmaker and moneylender to many nations, arrived in Paris last week. His pallid face was whiter than usual, and drawn. He had just been in the U. S., seeking loans for his labyrinth of companies. He had failed to get the loans. He did not look forward to a meeting he had called for Saturday noon to discuss his companies' financial position with their leading executives and certain international bankers. When on Friday his doctor told him he was in poor shape and should...
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