In a crowded Federal courtroom in Oklahoma City one day last week, middle- aged Charles Frederick Urschel climbed down from the witness stand, strode over to a row of prisoners. He stopped in front of a strapping, humped-nosed fellow named Albert Bates. "That's one of the men who kidnapped me," said he.
"They told me I was not to hear or see anything and that if I did, I'd never go home, they'd kill me," he continued. "They had some chains in the car and mentioned giving me a hypodermic. The tape over my eyes...
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