The Russian Ambassador's mood was almost as black as caviar. As for U.S. Ambassador George S. Messersmith, it was doubtful whether he had had any idea, when he accepted Constantine Oumansky's invitation, that their lunch would be so dramatic. The Soviet Ambassador was hopping mad. He resented recent articles in the U.S. press which represented Russia's Mexico City Embassy as headquarters for an army of Soviet agents flitting around Latin America.
Down on the luncheon table Ambassador Oumansky plumped his ambassadorial payroll. It listed five full-time diplomats, two military attaches, 18...
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