Viacheslav Molotov's dinner for Ed Stettinius and Anthony Eden had gone off splendidly. The Foreign Commissar had stuffed his guests with food and drink. A trifle reluctantly, they had let him have what he wantednews pictures, for Soviet consumption, of all three drinking toasts together in San Francisco. The hour was late, all was chummy good will when Molotov remarked that at last he could tell the others what had happened to those Poles.
Stettinius and Eden perked to attention. For five weeks they and their Governments had been vainly asking about 16 Polish underground leaders who had come out of...