Mr. Rankin. That you recall?
Mrs. Oswald. I was only twice in a store in Irving where they sell, like a cafe, where you can buy something to eat and where they sell toys and clothes and things like that; a little bit like a Woolworths, a one-story shop but without any furniture in it.
Mr. Rankin. Do you know a Mrs. Whitworth who works in a furniture store in Irving?
Mrs. Oswald. I was never in Irving in any furniture store.
Mr. Rankin. Do you know a Mrs. Whitworth?
Mrs. Oswald. It is the first time I have ever heard that name.
Mr. Rankin. Do you know a Mrs. Hunter, a friend of Mrs. Whitworth?
Mrs. Oswald. No.
Mr. Rankin. Did you ever go on a trip with your husband to have a telescopic lens mounted on a gun at a gunshop?
Mrs. Oswald. Never. No; this is all not true. In the first place, my husband couldn't drive, and I was never alone with him in a car. Anytime we went in a car it was with Ruth Paine, and there was never—we never went to any gun store and never had any telescopic lens mounted.