Right up to the last minute of the last hour, France's energetic little Premier Pierre Mendès-France was determined not to lose his nerve. He expected trouble, and got it. "They will keep up the war of nerves until the end," he predicted, "perhaps until half an hour before midnight Tuesday, reckoning I shall weaken under pressure."
But the hand of time lay on the Communists, tooas Mendès-France had planned it should. They could destroy him, and knew it. He left no doubt that he would carry out his pledge of resignation if there...
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