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The hour was 1 :28 a. m., September 30. Out of the great double doors of the conference room of the palatial Führerhaus, in Munich, walked four European statesmen. The expressions on their faces told the story of what had happened.
Adolf Hitler, triumphant, tried to conceal his jubilation. By threats he had cracked the tough little nut of Czechoslovakia and already could feel its meat crunching between his teeth.
Benito Mussolini was ogreishly saturnine. He had bet on the winner.
Neville Chamberlain tried to look like a statesmanimperturbablebut inwardly he was...
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