Mr. Wade. I thought I had hit it. The only thing I can't remember now is the Saturday night.
It seemed like I was down at the police station Saturday night. Why I don't know and maybe for a short while and don't recall everything that happened. That was Saturday, 23d of November, and there is nothing, the charge had already been taken, and I think probably I was on my way home and just stopped by to see what was going on.
At that time there wasn't anything going on and I went home.
Mr. Rankin. Did you do anything more about the press and TV and radio people crowding into the police station than you have already described?
Mr. Wade. No; you see—I have been in that building probably once every 2 years.
It is the other end of town from my building. I never go up there and I don't think it is my business what goes on up there. Maybe it should be, but I have never been considering it. I think I have enough problems down at my end of the street.
Mr. Rankin. In any event you didn't do anything.
Mr. Wade. I didn't tell them anything, I could see the confusion they were getting into but I don't know of anything that I told about, but what if I did, I had no control over it. It was one of those things I just figured I was the one who didn't have the say in it.
Mr. Rankin. What did you do on Sunday, the 25th?
Mr. Wade. Well, went to church.