It had been a relaxing evening for Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme, 59, and his wife Lisbeth. They had just been to an evening showing of the new Swedish film The Brothers Mozart in a downtown Stockholm cinema and had decided to take a walk afterward. For the slight, hawk-nosed Swedish politician with a ready smile, it had always been a matter of pride that he sometimes permitted himself to wander freely about the capital, unencumbered by the phalanx of bodyguards that protect other European heads of government. As the Palmes walked along Sveavagen, Stockholm's well-lighted main thoroughfare, a dark- haired...
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