Ever since Harry Truman became President, Washington politicos had been trying to case a brassy little man named John Maragon. He had a trick of materializing at presidential functions like a bat skimming out of the draperies, and some of his fascinated public guessed he spent the time in between hanging upside down in the Capitol dome. But nobody could quite make out who he was or what he was up to.
Trying to assay him from his past was like trying to peep through a Venetian blind. John Maragon had come to Washington by...
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