Mr. Hubert. What did you do with your own handwriting notes?
Mrs. Robertson. Anything like that I always take and I tear up and put in the wastebasket.
Mr. Hubert. And you think that's what happened here?
Mrs. Robertson. Well, I'm certain it did.
Mr. Hubert. But you don't know the existence of those notes now, is what I am getting at?
Mrs. Robertson. No, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Do you know how many copies you made?
Mrs. Robertson. There again, I could not swear to you under oath exactly. Ordinarily we make an original and five. Now, whether Lieutenant Revill just might have said that an original and three will be enough, I cannot tell you.
Mr. Hubert. You don't know how many you made?
Mrs. Robertson. No—I cannot—I absolutely do not remember that.