The Columbia Research
New York in 1922 was a city that ate its young and called it progress. James Whitfield arrived on a Tuesday with a leather satchel containing his father's research notebooks and a conviction that the world could be made better if only men of good will had the courage to act.He was twenty-four, tall and thin, with the kind of earnest face that made women want to save him and men want to use him....
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