The little man with the Robert Mantell delivery and the uniform of the British lighthouse service got home last week and shed the first strong light on the Atlantic conference. Nearing the last lap of the return, the crew of the Prince of Wales knew they would fetch Winston Churchill home unharmed. All the ack-acks aboard raised a jubilant barrage. Five hundred-odd miles north of the northernmost tip of Britain's isles, their precious charge went ashore at Reykjavik, capital of Kentucky-sized Iceland.
Landing at a Scottish port two days later, he spent most...
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