1. The Inspector
General
THE IDEA that I would one day team up with Drew Pearson
began as a bit of escapism， a reverie through which I could almost
bridge the distances of space and time between the unreal present in
wartime Chungking， high above the Yangtze， and my \"real\" life， in the
future， back home.
I can remember the precise moment the thought was put in my
head. I was sitting with press colleagues in our hostel on an ancient
hillside. Outside， dusk crept across the China sky like a closing eyelid.
A thousand pungent smells from charcoal fires and oil pots filled the
night air， and a full moon was rising over the river valley while necklaces
of twinkling lights wound around the city of hills swollen far beyond
its age-old size by the numberless shanties of refugees.
An impromptu celebration had broken out among us， which had no
more cause than that someone had got hold of a bottle of real vodka.
The prize was passed from hand t0.hand， and one by one we began to
elaborate our favorite yarns about the grand things we would do when
World War II was over. It was a night of intoxication， even for me
who did not take a drink， for victory and home-going were clearly
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