At 3:20 a.m., into the little Welsh port of Fishguard, the motor vessel Innisfallen slipped last week on its regular ferry run across St. George's Channel from Cork. Below decks a cargo of Irish cattle and pigs bellowed and squealed. Higher up, in a snug cabin, a heavyset, greying gentleman of 64 and a red-haired girl of 25 slumbered, as they afterwards said, undisturbed. The noisy beef and bacon had been put ashore long before the two passengers emerged and a newshawk obtained their first honeymoon interview.
"I am Harold Ickes here, not Secretary...
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