Mrs. Bledsoe. St. Paul.
Mr. Ball. St. Paul? You got on at St. Paul? St. Paul and Elm?
Mrs. Bledsoe. Uh-huh.
Mr. Ball. And the bus was going in what direction?
Mrs. Bledsoe. West.
Mr. Ball. All right, now, tell me what happened?
Mrs. Bledsoe. And, after we got past Akard, at Murphy—I figured it out. Let's see. I don't know for sure. Oswald got on. He looks like a maniac. His sleeve was out here [indicating]. His shirt was undone.
Mr. Ball. You are indicating a sleeve of a shirt?
Mrs. Bledsoe. Yes.
Mr. Ball. It was unraveled?