“Just Conway — that is, Hogarty — and myself.”
“How long were you there?”
“Until around twenty minutes past eight.”
“What happened at that time? Just tell the court what was said and what was done.”
“Well, Conway...”
“I think,” Kittering interrupted, “that in view of the proof which we now have available, it will be better, for the sake of the record, if you refer to him as Hogarty.”
“Very well. Hogarty and I had had some business dealings. He’d sold me a business. Police had raided it. I figured it was because of a squawk from one of Louie’s customers or from someone who was gunning for Louie. I told him I thought it was on a tip-off from Alden Leeds. Louie didn’t seem at all surprised. I wanted Louie — Hogarty — to stand back of me. He said he would.”
“Was there any other conversation?” Kittering asked.
“That was the substance of it. Hogarty was interrupted by a lot of telephone calls, and he hadn’t eaten any dinner and neither had I. He told me to call a number that he gave me and order a dinner. I put in the call and the dinner came up. It wasn’t Louie — Hogarty — who called. I did the telephoning. I guess it was right around ten minutes past eight when the dinner arrived. We were both in a hurry and we ate fast. Then I shook hands with Hogarty and left.”
“Wasn’t there some other conversation?” Kittering asked.