It was late at night. In the austere conference room of the British military headquarters in Athens stood four dejected Greeks. Three were dressed in ragged civilian clothes. The fourth wore the dirt-stained uniform of the guerrilla forces (which included a turtleneck sweater). All were haggard and unshaven. They were the delegates of the ELAS Central Committee. No one spoke.
Suddenly the door opened and Lieut. General Ronald MacKenzie Scobie, tall and trimly military, entered briskly and sat down at the head of a long, polished table. Without a word or glance at...
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