The House Committee in the District of Columbia was holding hearings on a bill to abolish capital punishment in that little rectangle of land set apart for the business of governing the nation. A witness appeared to be questioned. He wore baggy clothes, was weary looking. A cigaret drooped from his mouth. But his eyes focused with keeness and understanding on the members of the committee.
One of them began the questioning:
"Mr. Darrow, how many persons have you defended who were on trial for their lives?"
"About 50."...
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