In seven raucous weeks of defending black-haired, 27-year-old Judith Coplon against charges of espionage in a Washington court, loudmouthed little Attorney Archie Palmer had tried almost every lawyer's trick in the book. He almost cracked his vocal cords with protest when the Government introduced some of the contents of his client's purse—FBI "data slips" which the prosecution charged she had taken from her desk in the Justice Department to give to a Russian agent.
Having objected, Archie reversed his field, demanded that the jury not only see all the slips (twelve had...
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