The brisk young Nixon men. The brusquely efficient cop. The precise and credible-sounding veteran of the CIA and FBI. All contented with their anonymity only a year ago, they now slipped one by one into a central seat facing seven U.S. Senators ranged along a green-felt-covered table. They braced as the red signal lights of the television cameras blinked on and then they be came instant principals in a fateful na tional drama in which the political survival of the President is at stake.
The Watergate story was now being dramatized under...
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