“Paul Himmell is your man. He’s authorized to speak for Cave. He has an office in the Empire State Building and he keeps respectable hours; so why don’t you....” “We haven’t been able to get even a release out of him for three days now. It’s censorship, that’s what it is.” I had to smile. “We’re not the government. Cave is a private citizen and this is a private organization. If we choose not to give interviews you have no right to pester us.” “Oh, come off it.” The young man was at an age where the needs of ambition were often less strong than the desire for true expression; for a moment he forgot that he needed my forbearance and I liked him better. “This is the biggest news that’s hit town since the war. You guys have got the whole country asking questions and the big one is: who is Cave?” “There’ll be an announcement today, I think, about the company. As for Cave, I suggest you read a little book called 'An Introduction to....’” “Of course I’ve read it. That’s why I’m here. Now, please, Mr. Luther, give me an exclusive even if you won’t take the _Star’s_ generous offer. At least tell me something I can use.” I sat down heavily; a bit of coffee splattered from cup to saucer to the back of my hand: it dried stickily. I felt worn-out already, the day only just begun. “What do you want me to tell you? What would you most like to hear? What do you expect me to say since, being a good journalist, that is what you’ll write no matter what I tell you?” “Oh, that’s not true. I want to know what Cave’s all about as a person, as a teacher.” “Well, what do _you_ think he’s up to?” “Me? Why ... I don’t know. I never heard him on the air until last night. It was strong stuff.” “Were you convinced?” “In a way, yes. He said a lot of things I agreed with but I was a little surprised at his going after the churches. Not that I like anything about _them_, but still it’s some stunt to get up and talk like that in front of millions of people. I mean you just don’t say those things any more, even if you do think them ... can’t offend minorities; that’s what we learn first in journalism school.” “There’s part of your answer then: Cave is a man who, unlike others, says what he thinks is true even if it makes him unpopular. There’s some virtue in that.” “I guess he can afford to in his position,” said the boy vaguely. “You know we got Bishop Winston to answer him for the _Star_. Signed him last night after Cave went off the air. I’m sure he’ll do a good job. Now....” We wrestled across the room; since I was the stronger, I won my privacy though muffled threats of exposure were hurled at me from behind the now-bolted door. Acting on an impulse, I left the apartment as soon as I was sure my recent visitor had gone. I was afraid that others would try to find me if I stayed home; fears which were justified: according to the elevator man, he had turned away several men already. The one who did get through had come up the fire escape.