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that I didn't know about. He said, “It's really worse than you knew or said, and we really have to do it. Don't you think we have to do it?”

I said, “Yes, I think you do, although I don't like to say so.”

“Well, I think I've got to do it. Anyhow, I've sent for Hugh and he'll be over here tomorrow afternoon.” With a deep sigh he said, “I've got to do it.”

At any rate, Hugh went over. He took his biggest automobile and went over. He was straight as a die and walking like a soldier. The newspaper men, who greet one in the outer room (you don't have any privacy) asked him what he'd come for. He said he didn't know, but the President wanted to talk with him. Well, of course, the newspaper men went back into their little hole and began to speculate - is the President going to fire Johnson? Is the President going to get rid of him? Is the President going to make him go to Europe? Is the President going to make him Secretary of Commerce? Is the President going to make him Ambassador to ‘X,Y,Z’? They speculated about everything under heaven that could be and got themselves well worked up.

Johnson went in to see the President. McIntyre later told me that he did not interrupt them, so, he,