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He says, “Wait, let me check.” He checks with his secretary. “Moe, forgive me. They sent it to you in Charleston, West Virginia. It came back. I'm going to send it down by messenger.” Two weeks had elapsed.

Gosh!

Then we met with Bob Albert, Elliot and myself, in a back room someplace, and he proposed that we meet with a guy named Horace Brim, from his staff. He said that there would be a second meeting, but that we could not meet in Charleston, and he would let us know where the meeting would take place. He called us up and he said, “The meeting will take place--there's a restaurant about forty miles outside Charleston. We'll meet there.” Because they said they didn't want to be seen in Charleston with us. Great fish restaurant, I remember.

Dr. Brim was with the office in Atlanta, and he told us that they were conducting an investigation not only of the thing, but of what had happened in the strike. He says, “The hospital falsified the record to plant the thing about the twelve, leaving patients to go to a meeting, that it was a phony. They know that. They were off duty.” At any rate, he warned me not to say anything about it. He says, “We're working on it.” He made it clear to me and to Elliot, the conversation we had, that they were anxious to try to help us. They were anxious to end the strike, and they knew that the rehiring of the twelve was critical, that they had to have that.

So I said, “You have to have some kind of penalties, the hospital. The hospital has to show good faith. Can't you say that one way that the hospital can show good faith is by rehiring the twelve as part of its thing?”

He says, “Okay, they'll talk about it.”

By this time I get the documents. I get the documents and now I'm going with it, and I call Wooten, and Wooten is on vacation, and I can't interest anybody at the Times because they don't know what I'm talking about. So I figure, “What?” Not the Times. I always call Jimmy, “What do I do now?”

He says, “Go to Washington Post.”

So I call Bruce Galphin in Atlanta and I say, “Bruce, let me tell you what I got for you.”

He says, “Describe it to me.”