Throughout the long week of Jeb Magruder's devastating testimony, John and Martha Mitchell secluded themselves in their Fifth Avenue apartment overlooking Manhattan's Central Park.
Outside, reporters stood watchessome in five-hour shifts. They tanned themselves in the summer sun during the daytime, complained during the nights.
Across the street, television camera crews lounged on the stone steps of the Marymount School of New York, which afford the best camera angle on the green-canopied entrance to the Mitchells' apartment building.
The waiting was in vain. Neither the former Attorney General, who rarely shows emotion...