Mr. Sims. Well, it's a combination of vice, narcotics, and undercover work.
Mr. Ball. Now, you got, you said, up to the third floor?
Mr. Sims. Yes, sir.
Mr. Ball. And where did you go then?
Mr. Sims. Well, let's see, we got off—we stopped at the second floor and went to the third floor and some officer there had a key to a room and we made a hurried search of it and there was a bunch of officers on that floor and we went on to the fourth floor, and I don't know if we got off at the fourth or not, but anyway, we got off at the seventh floor—each floor as we passed would have officers on it, and we hadn't been on the seventh floor very long—for just a while—until someone hollered that they had found the hulls on the sixth floor, so we went back to the sixth floor.
Mr. Ball. Someone on the seventh floor told you they had found the hulls?
Mr. Sims. No, sir; someone hollered from the sixth floor that the hulls had been found.
Mr. Ball. And you could hear them?
Mr. Sims. Yes, sir; you could hear them.
Mr. Ball. Did you go down the stairway?