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I never was able to excuse her myself, but I know that many people are. To me, she seemed like a monster and a horror. I mean a graduate of Vassar College, and educated woman of an excellent family, good family, and reasonably comfortable background! I mean, she had no struggles with life. She had nothing to make her an invert, you know. That she should ever have gotten into a position where she made the acquaintance of this Communist group, and then fell in love with that fellow, what was his name? You know who. Was it Gerhard Eisler? The man who died here, who was the chief Communist here. She fell in love with him and went to live with him, down on 11th Street somewhere. She tells in her book about it, you know--about the night he died and what she did and whom she called and so forth and so on. They didn't have difficulty with the police, but it was only because she had been told by him just what to say and just what not to say, to be very quiet and say nothing, just “this man had died,” and so forth. His death was reported and they never caught on. The police didn't catch on to what his mission in life was. He'd instructed her with his dying breath to do just that. And they didn't catch her.

Then she'd gone to work for the Communist Party in a big way, after that. Well, that always seemed horrifying to me, that she had done this, that she had been willing to