Mr. Ball. Was he saying anything?
Mrs. Postal. No, sir; as I said, that was my understanding, that is the reason that they had him like that, because he was screaming.
Mr. Ball. But, you didn't hear him say anything?
Mrs. Postal. No, sir. He couldn't possibly say anything the way they had him.
Mr. Ball. What happened then?
Mrs. Postal. That is when I really started shaking. I had never seen a live mob scene, that——
Mr. Ball. Well——
Mrs. Postal. They said, "What is going on?" And someone said, "Suspect," and they started in this way, just about that time I got out to the box office, back to the box office, and they started screaming profuse language and—"Kill the so-and-so," and trying to get to him, and this and that and the officers were trying to hold on to Oswald—when I say, "Oswald," that man, because as I said, I didn't know who he was at that time and they was trying to hold him, because he was putting up a struggle, and then trying to keep the public off, and on the way to the car, parked right out front, one of the officers was—at that time I thought he was putting his hat on the man's face to try to keep the public from grabbing him by the hair, but I later read in the paper it was to cover his face and then he got him in the car, and all bedlam, so far as the public, broke.
Mr. Ball. They drove away with him, did they?
Mrs. Postal. Yes, sir; that one car did; uh-huh.