Mr. Liebeler. Now, when you took the picture of the caravan turning from Main Street to the right on Houston Street, you then ran across this Dealey Plaza?
Mr. Altgens. Down this way; yes, sir.
Mr. Liebeler. Along the lawn part.
Mr. Altgens. Yes, sir.
Mr. Liebeler. To the point marked No. 3 on Commission Exhibit No. 354?
Mr. Altgens. Yes, sir.
Mr. Liebeler. And at that point did you take another picture?
Mr. Altgens. I made one picture at the time I heard a noise that sounded like a firecracker—I did not know it was a shot, but evidently my picture, as I recall, and it was almost simultaneously with the shot—the shot was just a fraction ahead of my picture, but that much of course—at that time I figured it was nothing more than a firecracker, because from my position down here the sound was not of such volume that it would indicate to me it was a high-velocity rifle.
Mr. Liebeler. Did you have any idea where the sound came from when you were standing there at No. 3 on Commission Exhibit No. 354?
Mr. Altgens. Well, it sounded like it was coming up from behind the car from my position—I mean the first shot, and being fireworks—who counts fireworks explosions? I wasn't keeping track of the number of pops that took place, but I could vouch for No. 1, and I can vouch for the last shot, but I cannot tell you how many shots were in between. There was not another shot fired after the President was struck in the head. That was the last shot—that much I will say with a great degree of certainty.