It started as a routine day. But after a morning of conferences, the King felt a month-old pain heavy on his chest. He canceled a luncheon date with his brother. As he mounted the steps to his private rooms, coronary thrombosis smote him. He sat a moment on the steps, groped his way to his rooms, rang for an attendant to bring him a glass of water. By the time a doctor arrived, the King of the Hellenes, who had lived a lonely life, had died a lonely death.
Six hours later the dead King's tall (6 ft. 3 in.), 45-year-old...
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