Mr. Miller. About that time I turned and looked toward the—there is a little plaza sitting on the hill. I looked over there to see if anything was there, who threw the firecracker or whatever it was, or see if anything was up there, and there wasn't nobody standing there, so I stepped back and looked on the tracks to see if anybody run across the railroad tracks, and there was nobody running across the railroad tracks.
So I turned right straight back just in time to see the convertible take off fast.
Mr. Belin. You mean the convertible in which the President was riding?
Mr. Miller. I wouldn't want to say it was the President. It was a convertible, but I saw a man fall over. I don't know whose convertible it was.
Mr. Belin. Where did the shots sound like they came from?
Mr. Miller. Well, the way it sounded like, it came from the, I would say from right there in the car. Would be to my left, the way I was looking at him over toward that incline.
Mr. Belin. Is there anything else that you can think of that you saw.
Mr. Miller. About the time I looked over to the side there, there was a police officer. No; a motorcycle running his motor under against the curb, and jumped off and come up to the hill toward the top and right behind him was some more officers and plainclothesmen, too.
Mr. Belin. Did you see anyone that might be, that gave any suspicious movements of any kind over there?
Mr. Miller. No, sir; I didn't.