APPROXIMATELY 10:37 A.M., 3 JUNE, 1968.
RYAN: Five thirty-five East Seventy-third Street.
CYNTHIA: Is this the doorman?
RYAN: Yeah. Who’s this?
CYNTHIA: This is Ruth David at Shovey and White. Did you just talk to a man named Sidney Brevoort who said he was from the New Urban Reorganization Committee?
RYAN: Yeah. He was here a few minutes ago. He wanted a list of people in the building and wanted to talk to them. I told him to call Mr. Walsh.
CYNTHIA: You did exactly right. But Mr. Walsh is out sick. The flu or something. He was out yesterday and he’s out today. I’m handling his buildings while he’s gone. How did this Brevoort guy look to you?
RYAN: A mousy little swish. I could chew him up and spit him over the left-field fence.
CYNTHIA: He didn’t look like a thief, I mean?
RYAN: No, but that don’t mean nothing. What do you want me to do if he comes back?
CYNTHIA: Well, I called the New Urban Reorganization Committee, and it’s a legitimate outfit. They said yes, Sidney Brevoort was one of their field representatives. Did he have an identification card?
RYAN: Yeah. He showed it to me.
CYNTHIA: Well, I don’t want to take the responsibility of giving him the names of tenants or letting him talk to them.
RYAN: You’re right. I don’t neither.
CYNTHIA: Tell you what … Mr. Walsh told me to call him at home in case something came up I couldn’t handle. I’ve got his home phone number. If he says it’s okay, you can talk to Brevoort. If Walsh says no, then to hell with Brevoort and the New Urban Reorganization Committee. Either way, you and I are out of it; we’ll leave it up to Walsh.
RYAN: Yeah. That’s smart.
CYNTHIA: All right. I’ll hang up now and call Walsh. I’ll call you back in a few minutes and tell you what he said.
RYAN: I’ll be here.