BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN The October wind howled through the narrow streets of London, stirring the dust of lives long lived in shadow. Christopher Stock was being chauffeured, his features taut and resolute, towards the barrister chambers where the notables from the ‘liberal elite’ awaited him. They would immerse themselves in the finest of wines, intertwining lofty discourse with artful laughter, while he would captivate them … Continue reading The Hypocrite