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...week, seven of 21 accused were also being tried in absentia, and for the same reason: the French had not been able to lay hands on them. One by one, in quiet, choked, or angry voices, 187 witnesses had told their stories of the Gestapo torture chamber in the Rue de la Pompe in Paris (TIME, Dec.1). When Witness Jacques Benoist tearfully began shouting. Judge Robert Chadefaux cautioned: "You promised to testify without hate. Try to be calm." Retorted Benoist: "It is hard, Monsieur le President, after eight years, to remember these things and to see these men still alive...
...quiet apartment on the Rue Jean Jacques Rousseau, 70-year-old Louis Ribes, a former French colonial administrator, turned to a friend. "I'd like to know more of what's happening," he said. "I think I'll drive out and have a look." "My friend, please don't," begged the other. But Ribes was determined. Two hours later, a body was found with head crushed, eyes gouged out, throat and trunk slashed and torn beyond recognition. From the tailor's label in the shreds of the suit, the body was identified as that...
...when the naked, groaning creature in the tub thrashed in agony. And it kept Denise near her lover, a highly unrefined German named Friedrich Berger. For Friedrich, Denise performed the task of inscribing the confessions of French Resistance fighters who had fallen into the clutches of the Gestapo of Rue de la Pompe...
...Rape. Grimly the judges ticked off the charges against Denise and her companions: treason (in the cases of all twelve French citizens), murder, espionage, association with criminals, and, here & there, a bit of rape. ". . . The Gestapo of Rue de la Pompe," intoned the court, "was . . . most infamous . . . The tragic figures can be translated thus: more than 300 arrests, 160 deportations to Germany, of whom 50 died in concentration camps, 40 shot...
...stocky Detroit businessman, middle-aged and raring for a night on the town, dropped his room key at the desk of the Hotel Continental in Paris' Rue de Castiglione. In his mailbox, as in those of hundreds of other Americans in Paris last week, was a letter. "The enclosed wallet-size 'protection card,' " it said, "comes to you with the compliments of the American Hospital of Paris, which for nearly half a century has been a feature of American life in this city . . . The hospital is yours...