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Across the abyss of a dozen years, Alger and Priscilla Hiss made their careful and precise defense to the accusations of Whittaker and Esther Chambers. Step by step, four quiet, middle-aged people were drawing near the climax of their tragedy...
...countless trails from New York to Washington to Baltimore. They had dug through old files, turning up bills of sale, bank accounts, letters-even the fragmentary, casual conversations of years past, now of utmost importance. With these minutiae, Assistant U.S. Attorney Tom Murphy fought his duel with Alger and Priscilla Hiss and Defense Attorney Lloyd Stryker. With these minutiae, Murphy sought to convict Alger Hiss, once-bright star of the State Department, of charges that he had perjured himself when he told a grand jury that he had never given State Department secrets to ex-Communist Courier Chambers, and that...
Cool and demure, Priscilla Hiss corroborated almost everything her husband had said. She denied any part of the Chamberses' story which might tie her husband into any Communist plot. Occasionally she rested her white-gloved hands on the arms of the chair, where Esther Chambers, angry eyes snapping through spectacles, had rested her work-hardened hands...
Only when Murphy began cross-examining Mrs. Hiss did her voice tighten. In contrast to Stryker's lashing attack on Esther Chambers, Murphy was a gentle, polite inquisitor. More than once Priscilla Hiss was on the edge of tears. She left the stand looking pale and tired-but with her story, like her husband's, not shaken in most of its details...
...first appeared in court-a chubby, bland-faced little man in a dark blue suit and a black tie-the quiet was broken by excited babble from the spectators. Chambers did not seem to hear. He stared without expression at gaunt, handsome Alger Hiss and his decorous, greying wife, Priscilla. He seated himself in the witness chair, took the oath, fixed his eyes on the ceiling toward the back of the room and, in a low, even voice, began his long story...