Mr. Boyd. Well, most of the time, you know, it was just when somebody would say something—some little something he didn't like, and he would—he didn't become mad, but the worst thing he did was when he jumped up and slapped the desk.
Mr. Stern. During the Hosty interrogation?
Mr. Boyd. Yes, sir.
Mr. Stern. He seemed to you to understand generally his rights?
Mr. Boyd. Yes, sir.
Mr. Stern. And do you know that he wasn't required to answer?
Mr. Boyd. Yes, sir.
Mr. Stern. Of course, this was a long day for everybody—did he seem by the end of the day still to be in command of himself, or did he appear tired or particularly worn out?
Mr. Boyd. Well, he didn't appear to be as tired as I felt—he didn't appear to be, because I imagine he could have been tired—he didn't show it.
Mr. Stern. This is quite unnatural—really rather exceptional; this is, of course, why you say somewhat unusual, a man accused of killing two people, one of them the President of the United States, and at the end of the day, he is pretty well in command?