Hatless in the mild Washington night, the chunky man stood in the shadows outside the Dupont Plaza Hotel and reached fast for the onionskin paper held out by his taller, slimmer companion. The little man tucked the paper in his inside coat pocket, shook hands and turned back to the hotel. Smiling to himself, he padded across the thick rug in the lobby and started into an elevator. Then the smile vanished—and squat (5 ft. 5 in., 170 lbs.) James Riddle Hoffa, 44, one of the most powerful leaders of U.S. labor, stood...
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