Early one morning last week, Lieut. Colonel Sir Geoffrey Betham, secretary of a tony country club on the Thames, went out for a quiet spin in his motor launch. As he churned along the rowing course at Henley, Sir Geoffrey came upon a strange sight. A slim figure was moving along the bank, methodically measuring with a length of chain. Peering through the grey English drizzle, Sir Geoffrey recognized Nikolai Kolosovsky, coxswain of the crack Russian Eight that was entered in the Henley Royal Regatta. "By gad," exploded Sir Geoffrey, "they're checking the...
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