The finest attack of nervous indigestion in all Europe descended last week upon the lean Roman abdomen of Baron Pompeo Aloisi. This hawk-eyed, hollow-cheeked diplomat who since 1932 has served Italy as chief delegate to the League of Nations, found himself rudely summoned from his Geneva apartment, plumped down in a small private dining room before a table full of Swiss food, and talked to, straight from the shoulder, by two nervous, irritable statesmen whose friendship he valued, whose ability he recognized, whose view point he could understand. It was a dreadful...
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