A lean, tight-lipped man in a neat brown suit presented himself in Federal Judge Henry Goddard's Manhattan courtroom. The judge said briefly: "You are surrendering to the marshal?" Said the lean man: "Yes, sir." A deputy marshal led Alger Hiss away to a detention cell.
Behind him was a bright, strange and blasted career, begun with great promise: he had been law clerk to Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, lawyer in the New Deal, an assistant in the State Department, and, for a moment of front-page eminence, secretary general to the San Francisco...
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