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That was the biggest scoop of Jammy Hopkins's life. The other papers that evening appeared on the street with horrifying photographs of the mob at Golders Green--Medusa-like heads, close-up, screaming into the camera: disheveled Furies with streaming locks and open mouths clawing each other in an abandon of hate--and thought that they were doing rather well.
Nothing, surely, was as important today as the Clay funeral. And their photographers had done them proud. They could afford to be pleased.