Mr. Walthers. Yes; that's what the story was in this book, and man, I've never made a statement about finding a spent bullet.
Mr. Liebeler. And you never found any spent bullet?
Mr. Walthers. No; me and Allan Sweatt 2 or 3 days after the assassination did go back down there and make a pretty diligent search in there all up where that bullet might have hit, thinking that maybe the bullet hit the cement and laid down on some of them beams but we looked all up there and everywhere and I never did find one. I never did in all of my life tell anybody I found a bullet other than where it hit.
Mr. Liebeler. Also, actually, if you were standing down here in front of this building on Main Street at the time the shots were fired, I suppose you could have seen down there to this railroad track trestle that goes over the underpass, did you have occasion to look down there at any time?
Mr. Walthers. No; it never even entered my mind, and knowing how this thing is arranged and I have chased a couple of escapees across the thing before, and knowing what was over there, the thought that anyone was shooting from back in here—I've heard some people say he was behind the fence, and I'm telling you, it just can't be, because it's a wide open river bottom area as far as you can go.
Mr. Liebeler. It's a river bottom?
Mr. Walthers. Yes; and the thought that anyone would be shooting off of there would almost be an impossible thing—there's no place for him to go—there's nothing.
Mr. Liebeler. So, you certainly never saw anybody firing from the tops of those railroad tracks, I mean, you never told anybody you saw someone firing from up there?
Mr. Walthers. No, sir; not at all.
Mr. Liebeler. You never told anybody that one of the shots had come from the top of those railroad tracks either; is that right?