CIGARS HAD BURNED LOW, AND WE WBEGINNING to sample the disillusionment that usually afflicts old school friends who have met again as men and found themselves with less in common than they had believed they had. Rutherford wrote novels; Wyland was one of the Embassy secnnades; he had just given us dinner at Tempelhof--not very cheer fully, I fancied, but with the equanimity which a diplomat must always keep on tap for such occasions.