Mrs. OSWALD. Possibly. But I do know this. It was prearranged. That is the point that is important. That after a few hours time, the Life representatives were invited to her home, into her home, because she expected them, you see. Mr. RANKIN. You think she arranged it, then? Mrs. OSWALD. Yes, sir, possibly with Marina's help. I do not know. It was arranged--I am positive--the way they entered the home. She invited them in, without even introducing me. And immediately said she hoped they had color film. Mr. RANKIN. Were they talking to each other, Marina, and Mrs. Paine, while you were there? Mrs. OSWALD. Yes, they talked in Russian. And that is a difficult part. I didn't know Russian. Then, with that, the Life representative got up and said, "Mrs. Oswald, I will call my office and see what they think about an arrangement of your life story." So he did call the office. He closed the door and called in private. And nothing was said--in the living room. When I say nothing was said, it was between myself and the other representative. Mrs. Paine was talking to my daughter-in-law in Russian. I was talking to my daughter-in-law in English. It was a regular general conversation, as far as I knew. He came out from the telephone conversation and said, no, that the company would not allow him to pay for the story. What they would do--they would pay our expenses while in Dallas, and our food and expenses, hotel accommodation. So I told him that I would think about it. Now, they continued to hang around. And they were taking pictures continuously, all the while this was going on--the photographer, Mr. Allen was continuously taking pictures. I was awfully tired and upset. I rolled my stockings down, and the picture is in Life Magazine. And he stopped that. So I got up and said, "I am not having this invasion of privacy. I realize that I am in Mrs. Paine's home. But you are taking my picture without my consent, and a picture that I certainly don't want made public." It is the worst--with me rolling my hose. I wanted to get comfortable. He followed Marina around in the bedroom. She was undressing June. He took pictures of everything. And Mrs. Paine was in her glory--I will say this. Mrs. Paine was very happy all these pictures were taken. And I had to go behind Marina to see that the photographers were not taking her, and they were taking me. And it was just a regular--the home was a living room and a hall and a bedroom and kitchen, and we were all going around in circles. And the photographer was taking pictures, until finally I became indignant, and said, "I have had it. Now, find out what accommodations you can make for us, for my daughter-in-law and I so that we can be in Dallas to help Lee, and let me know in the morning." So they left. However, about an hour later there was a telephone call to Mrs. Paine from a Life representative. I know by her conversation who she was talking to. Mr. RANKIN. Who was that?