I worked hardest and longest—seven to eight years—on my biography of Whittaker Chambers, and I learned the most doing it.
As Whittaker Chambers remarked in Witness: [W]hen I took up my little sling and aimed at Communism, I also hit something else.
Whittaker eventually gave away more than $50 million to almost anyone who would ask.
One night Whittaker was drugged at a strip club and someone stole $2,000 from his car.
It then occurred to Mr. Edgin to ask voluntary contributions from the inmates, and permission was given by Supt. Whittaker.
By that time every one among them was convinced that Emerson Mead had killed young Whittaker.
The mate to the big red hand pointed to the front door of the Whittaker place.
Mrs. Whittaker took the earliest opportunity of a chat with her younger flower.
Behind them came half a dozen others, and in the rear of the company they saw Colonel Whittaker with some pack horses.
