When he was committed for trial last June, William Joyce had been a shabby sight. He was not shabby last week. In a blue suit, a white shirt, a blue tie, he looked dapper and confident.
In a small, oak-paneled room of London's Old Bailey, the chief criminal court in England, Joyce strode to the dock, bowed jerkily to the red-robed presiding justice, Sir Frederick Tucker, and sat down in a straight-backed chair. The charge against him was treason: that he had "adhered to the King's enemies" by broadcasting propaganda from Germany. A clerk...
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