The grand courtroom on the 17th floor of the Thurgood Marshall United States Courthouse in Lower Manhattan was packed to the gallery rafters with international journalists, federal prosecutors, and Wall Street executives. Behind the defense table, looking gaunt, haggard, and stripped of his former imperial majesty, sat Arthur Davenport. The seventy-year-old banking patriarch wore a plain dark suit, his silver hair uncombed, his hands trembling as he stared at the…
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