I described what happened in Washington, told him that I was sure from a reaction on Kearney’s face that I’d soon be called back for a public session. What did I intend to do then? Bela asked. When I told him, he said, “Wouldn’t that make you unacceptable to the film industry?” “Probably,” I said. “Wouldn’t that be a terrible loss for you?” I said I’d thought it over carefully and decided I could get along okay without film work. I had the theatre and even a play to do immediately. And some money saved. “I can take the loss,” I said. He seemed dubious. “I’m wondering,” he said, “if your fellow members would do the same for you if they were called upon to protect you by endangering their careers.” It was obvious what he thought. I recalled that Bela was a refugee from … I’d never asked him exactly from where, but to judge from his accent, it was east of Vienna. “That’s not the point,” I said, and changed the subject.