In a suite overlooking the Rhine in the Black Forest resort of Bühlerhöhe, a teletype machine clattered out the text of one of the Soviet Union's most cunning diplomatic plays. Leathery old Konrad Adenauer, vainly trying to rest from his labors as Chancellor of West Germany, watched the words forming, and frowned. Impatiently, der Alte picked up the telephone and snapped out a string of orders to his Foreign Office. "I want this thing killed right away," he said. "Kill it. Kill it."
This thing was a Soviet suggestion, made by Foreign Minister...
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