Mr. Carroll. No, sir; I never have.
Mr. Ball. And where was the lady when you talked to her?
Mr. Carroll. I didn't actually talk to her, sir, but when we went through the door, she just more or less—she just made a statement that he was upstairs, and as far as having any direct conversation with her, we did not. She said upstairs and we immediately went up to the balcony. All of the house lights were turned on.
Mr. Ball. You and Lyons went in the front door then?
Mr. Carroll. Yes, sir; and we went into the balcony and we had—or rather I had satisfied myself with the fact that he wasn't in the balcony.
Mr. Ball. Was there anyone in the balcony?
Mr. Carroll. Well, there were people sitting around there.
Mr. Ball. How did you satisfy yourself that he was in the balcony?
Mr. Carroll. Well, we went in and had more or less a vague idea—well, the people that I saw up in the balcony were either real young or older people and so we started back down——
Mr. Ball. Had you had a description of the man you were looking for?