(See Cover) In elegant apartment 42-A of Manhattan's Waldorf Towers, servants were busy setting the long, polished table. U.N. Ambassador Adlai Stevenson was expecting Soviet Delegate Valerian Zorin and ten of his aides for lunch. There would be good food, good wines, and, hopefully, over the coffee and cigars, some quiet, profitable talk. But suddenly a Soviet courier appeared with a scribbled, abrupt message. The lunch was off, apologized Zorin, due to the press of unexpected business.
Stevenson did not have to be told what the unexpected business was—the news ticker had...
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