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Bridges was or ever had been a member of the Communist party. It was only a hint and he didn't know whether it was believable or not believable.

At any rate, a good many months after that he came through with some real evidence in the form of an affidavit. In the meantime there had been a great deal of talk about Bridges. The rumor that he was a Bolshevik, or a Red, was growing larger and larger. Remembering the Archbishop's hope to bring him oack into the church, I tended tothin kit was unlikely that a man who was seeing a priest kind of regularly, and getting his children put in a parochial school, was likely to be a very hot Red. It didn't seem likely. The man who played the mandolin in his spare time didn't seem to me like a rip-roaring Communist, but then he might be. You never could tell. The mandolin always amused me and I never forgot it. The mandolin was regarded as a very aissified instrument in my youth. Girls played the mandolin. Men never did. The New England custom was that this little string instrument was a pretty thing lor a girl to play. Men played the banjo if they played a string instrument, or something masculine.

This gossip, this rumor, that he was a Communist, a Red, swelled as it was told. The story got bigger and