In the big Senate committee room last week, the newsreel floodlights beat down for short intervals on the witness chair, snapped off again as the cameramen waited for another shot. In the floods' full glare, strange specimens came sharply into public view, squirmed uncomfortably in the light, waited for the word to drop back into their own shadowy world. It was a world of conspiracy and secrecy, of Communist and informer, where the law was and is Lenin's dictum: it is necessary to "resort to all sorts of schemes and stratagems, employ...
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