"Well, Brother?" Brother Jack said.
I looked into their waiting faces.
"It's all so new to me that I don't know exactly what I do think," I said. "Do you really think you have the right man?"
"You mustn't let that worry you," Brother Jack said. "You will rise to the task; it is only necessary that you work hard and follow instructions."
They stood up now. I looked at them, fighting a sense of unreality. They stared at me as the fellows had done when I was being initiated into my college fraternity. Only this was real and now was the time for me to decide or to say I thought they were crazy and go back to Mary's. But what is there to lose? I thought. At least they've invited me, one of us, in at the beginning of something big; and besides, if I refused to join them, where would I goto a job as porter at the railroad station? At least here was a chance to speak.
"When shall I start?" I said.
"Tomorrow, we must waste no time. By the way, where are you living?"
"I rent a room from a woman in Harlem," I said.
"A housewife?"
"She's a widow," I said. "She rents rooms."
"What is her educational background?"
"She's had very little."
"More or less like the old couple that was evicted?"
"Somewhat, but better able to take care of herself. She's tough," I said with a laugh.
"Does she ask a lot of questions? Are you friendly with her?"
"She's been very nice to me," I said. "She allowed me to stay on after I was unable to pay my rent."
He shook his head. "No."
"What is it?" I said.
"It is best that you move," he said. "We'll find you a place further downtown so that you'll be within easy call . . ."
"But I have no money, and she's entirely trustworthy."
"That will be taken care of," he said, waving his hand. "You must realize immediately that much of our work is opposed. Our discipline demands therefore that we talk to no one and that we avoid situations in which information might be given away unwittingly. So you must put aside your past. Do you have a family?"
"Yes."
"Are you in touch with them?"
"Of course. I write home now and then," I said, beginning to resent his method of questioning. His voice had become cold, searching.
"Then it's best that you cease for a while," he said. "Anyway, you'll be too busy. Here." He fished into his vest pocket for something and got suddenly to his feet.
"What is it?" someone asked.
"Nothing, excuse me," he said, rolling to the door and beckoning. In a moment I saw the woman appear.
"Emma, the slip of paper I gave you. Give it to the new Brother," he said as she stepped inside and closed the door.
"Oh, so it's you," she said with a meaningful smile.
I watched her reach into the bosom of her taffeta hostess gown and remove a white envelope.
"This is your new identity," Brother Jack said. "Open it."
Inside I found a name written on a slip of paper.
"That is your new name," Brother Jack said. "Start thinking of yourself by that name from this moment. Get it down so that even if you are called in the middle of the night you will respond. Very soon you shall be known by it all over the country. You are to answer to no other, understand?"
"I'll try," I said.
"Don't forget his living quarters," the tall man said.
"No," Brother Jack said with a frown. "Emma, please, some funds."
"How much, Jack?" she said.
He turned to me. "Do you owe much rent?"
"Too much," I said.
"Make it three hundred, Emma," he said.
"Never mind," he said as I showed my surprise at the sum. "This will pay your debts and buy you clothing. Call me in the morning and I'll have selected your living quarters. For a start your salary will be sixty dollars a week."
Sixty a week! There was nothing I could say. The woman had crossed the room to the desk and returned with the money, placing it in my hand.
"You'd better put it away," she said expansively.
"Well, Brothers, I believe that's all," he said. "Emma, how about a drink?"
"Of course, of course," she said, going to a cabinet and removing a decanter and a set of glasses in which she poured about an inch of clear liquid.
"Here you are, Brothers," she said.
Taking his, Brother Jack raised it to his nose, inhaling deeply. "To the Brotherhood of Man . . . to History and to Change," he said, touching my glass.
"To History," we all said.
The stuff burned, causing me to lower my head to hide the tears that popped from my eyes.