Almost any night last week a small, trim man with a boxer's nose could be seen letting himself out of an office in the Pentagon Building and striding briskly down the corridor with a brief case heavy with homework. James Forrestal had served his country conscientiously for eight years—as an anonymous assistant to Franklin Roosevelt, as Secretary of the Navy, and finally as Secretary of National Defense. His face showed no expression but a kind of habitual pugnacity. In no way did he betray the fact that he had been marked as the...
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