The man's meteoric rise as a peacemaker in a nation tired by the long years of war made the truth even more shocking.
his departure for the Berlin Conference, and was advised to postpone the trip temporarily. John Harris Darby, first undersecretary, was dispatched in his place. Mr. Ingersoll expressed confidence that Mr. Darby would be able to handle the talks as well as himself, in view of the optimistic trend in Berlin last night--"
Shandor snapped the radio off viciously, a roar of disgust rising in his throat, cut off just in time. Lies, lies, lies. Some people knew they were lies--what could they really think? People like David Ingersoll's wife--
Carefully he reined in his thoughts, channelled them. He had called the Ingersoll home the night before, announcing his arrival this morning--
The taxi ground up a gravelled driveway, stopped before an Army jeep at the iron-grilled gateway. A Security Officer flipped a cigarette onto the ground, shaking his head. "Can't go in, Secretary's orders."
Shandor stepped from the cab, briefcase under his arm. He showed his card, scowled when the of