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MATTHEW, MARK, LUKE, JOHN—AND CECIL 121 in hushed tones, in odd contrast to the usual on-the-set banter. One day a newspaper photographer snapped a shot of EL B. Warner as Christ, in full Biblical robes, lounging in a chair and —the old specter!—smoking a cigarette and scanning the sports pages. It alerted DeMille to the dangerous possibilities of the wrong kind of publicity. Not long after, DeMille realized how right he was. He got word that a certain woman would soon become a mother, that she was unwed and that, moreover, the father of the unborn infant was H. B. Warner! The paternity suit threatened to wreck the most careful shepherding on DeMille's part. He had got Warner through most of the picture in impeccable taste, temporal and ecclesiastical. Investigators were sent off in sev- eral directions. They learned the woman had spent time at Tehachapi, that she was not pregnant, that she had never met Warner, much less had the pleasure of his company. The whole incident was cloaked in the utmost secrecy, to the point that Warner himself never learned of it until years later. There was talk that DeMille had paid the woman $10,000 for her silence but such was not the case. She was cowed by a threat of prosecution for attempted fraud, though even that action would have done the picture considerable harm. In clear, strong language DeMille told his press agents that the fate of the picture rested on how well they were able to keep frivolous remarks out of the papers. "TheyTl print any- thing to get a laugh. I want to get through this picture without someone writing that she saw Caiaphas drunk at Giro's last night, or Mary Magdalene sparking in a rumble seat on Mul- holland Drive." At DeMille's request, Warner confined all his secular ac- tivities to the privacy of his dressing room. There he ate his meals alone and spent his time when not before the camera. When he left his dressing room to go outdoors he put on a hood concealing his face. DeMille himself found it difficult to observe these stringent