The Jungfrau's peak gleamed in the distance; the River Aare rushed through Bern beneath the hotel window. The mild, wistful-eyed man who had tried to get along with everybody (including the Communists) had with him his timid little wife and his beautiful young daughter, Juliette. But Ferenc Nagy (pronounced Nodge) was uneasy: he was not enjoying his Swiss vacation from his duties as Premier of Hungary.
The phone rang. It was Matyas Rakosi, calling from Budapest. Rakosi was not a man whose voice made acquaintances homesick. Bullet-headed, shark-mouthed Rakosi, boss of Hungary's...
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