Mrs. Postal. Yes.
Mr. Ball. And your boss passed him, did he?
Mrs. Postal. Yes; they went—one came one way, and one went the other way just at the same time.
Mr. Ball. What did you see him do after he came around the corner?
Mrs. Postal. Well, I didn't actually—because I stepped out of the box office and went to the front and was facing west. I was right at the box office facing west, because I thought the police were stopping up quite a ways. Well, just as I turned around then Johnny Brewer was standing there and he asked me if the fellow that ducked in bought a ticket, and I said, "No; by golly, he didn't," and turned around expecting to see him.
Mr. Ball. And he had ducked in?
Mrs. Postal. And Mr. Brewer said he had been ducking in at his place of business, and he had gone by me, because I was facing west, and I said, "Go in and see if you can see him," it isn't too much people in there. So, he came and says, well, he didn't see him, and I says, "Well, he has to be there." So I told him to go back and check—we have exit doors, behind—one behind the stage and one straight through, and asked him to check them, check the lounges because I knew he was in there. Well, he just had to be.
Mr. Ball. The last time you had seen him before he ducked in, he was just standing outside of the door, was he?
Mrs. Postal. No, sir; he was still just in—just off of the sidewalk, and he headed for the theatre.
Mr. Ball. Were the doors of the theatre open?