Against the windows of Manhattan's Criminal Courts Building the bulletlike drops of the first spring rains beat and splashed with homicidal violence. The crowd of cops, dicks, court attendants, learned counsel, plain loafers and plain prurient goons who infest such scenes beat against the court's doors. Behind the doors was beginning one of the most sensational murder trials in Manhattan's legal history. Justice, as men understand it, was being meted out to Wayne Lonergan, handsome, six-foot, crop-headed Royal Canadian Air Force aircraftman charged with murdering his socialite wife last October.
The trial was...
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