Mrs. Bates. Oh, he took them with him. He never left anything. And he never left the office until he had picked up what I had typed—even the carbon paper.
Mr. Jenner. Even the carbon paper?
Mrs. Bates. Oh yeah. He took the carbon paper.
He did tell me that—I think it was the second day—that there was a man in Fort Worth—and he's an engineer. I can't remember. I've scratched my brain on that, too, trying to remember—I just saw the letterhead for a minute—that was interested in having these notes put into book form—manuscript form.
Mr. Jenner. Does the name George De Mohrenschildt refresh your recollection?
Mrs. Bates. No. Uh—I just got a glimpse of the letterhead, and it didn't register with me.
Mr. Jenner. But it sounded like a man who is an engineer?
Mrs. Bates. He said he was an engineer—he told me that. But there's lots of engineers in——
Mr. Jenner. Oh, yes.
Mrs. Bates. And that he was interested in helping Lee get these notes published. And he said, of course, he would have to change names and things like that. He had actual Russian names of people he talked to. And in order to protect people, he'd have to change the names. But the man was willing to—uh—wanted to go ahead. He had read all the notes. I never did read all of them. Now, this is what Lee told me.