Mr. Ball. Was that the last time you saw him?
Mr. Piper. Just at 12 o'clock.
Mr. Ball. Where were you at 12 o'clock?
Mr. Piper. Down on the first floor.
Mr. Ball. What was he doing?
Mr. Piper. Well, I said to him—"It's about lunch time. I believe I'll go have lunch." So, he says, "Yeah"—he mumbled something—I don't know whether he said he was going up or going out, so I got my sandwich off of the radiator and went on back to the first window of the first floor.
Mr. Ball. The first window on the first floor?
Mr. Piper. No, not the first window—but on the first floor about the second window on the first floor. I was intending to sit there so I could see the parade because the street was so crowded with people—I didn't see anything.
Mr. Ball. You said you sat at the second window—that would be what window from the corner?
Mr. Piper. Well, from the front door, you know where the front door is—going back right down Elm, it's the second window from the corner.