Mr. Belin. Down Elm?
Mr. Fischer. Toward the end of Elm Street.
Mr. Belin. As it angles there and goes under the triple underpass there?
Mr. Fischer. Yes, sir.
Mr. Belin. Could you see his hands?
Mr. Fischer. No.
Mr. Belin. Could you see whether or not he was holding anything?
Mr. Fischer. No; I couldn't see.
Mr. Belin. Could you see any other objects in the window?
Mr. Fischer. There were boxes and cases stacked all the way from the bottom to the top and from the left to the right behind him. It looked—uh—it's possible that there weren't cases directly behind him because I couldn't see because of him. But—uh—all the rest of the window—a portion behind the window—there were boxes. It looked like there was space for a man to walk through there between the window and the boxes. But there were boxes in the window, or close to the window there.