Memo to: Messrs. Paul Sann, Marty Gross
cc:      Martin Bressler, Esq.
From:    Neil McCaffrey

Two husky men just showed up at my office door and asked if this was "Arlington Press." I said it was. They asked where they could buy a book. I said across the hall. The blonde man (the other was dark) looked at the sign on my door and asked if I was the president of this company. I admitted to that.

"I'd like to talk to you," said the blonde.

"I'm kind of busy," I replied.

He then said that I had just "written" a book about him. He spoke in the tough New York manner. I drew a blank, of course. I asked him what book. He said, "The book you advertised in the Times last Sunday. It was about my father."

I asked him if he was the son of Arthur Flegenheimer. He said no, he was the son of Charlie Workman. I remembered the name from somewhere, I guess the ad, though I haven't yet had a chance to read the book. I told him this. He indicated in some way that I can't recall that his father was involved in the killing.

I didn't quite know what to say, it being my first experience with the son of a gunman. He asked for my card because "you will be hearing from my father's lawyer." I couldn't think of any sensible reason for not giving him the card, so I did. He walked out, joined his friend across the hall, bought the book, and left.

I just talked to our attorney, Martin Bressler. He advises all of us not to talk to anyone, including the lawyer. If anyone calls, including the lawyer, we have instructed all the operators to refer them to Martin, and have given the operators his number.

I subsequently read the passages in the book about Workman. I can't see that we have any liability, and I really doubt whether we will ever hear from the lawyer. I must say it was reassuring to learn that Workman is now going straight.