Mrs. Bates. But, all this stuff about the Secret Service, I mean, that's strictly radio and television and reporters. The UP and the Associated Press drove me crazy calling me at 2 and 3 in the morning—"Mrs. Bates, can't you add something?"—"Can't you remember something else?"—"Well, can't you elaborate?" Well, I had one stock answer: "You cannot elaborate on the truth."
Mr. Jenner. That's right.
Mrs. Bates. And that's all I could remember. I didn't know the man; I could not say anything about him except what happened in my office. And that's all I knew about it. "Well, can't you elaborate?"—you can't elaborate on the truth.
Mr. Jenner. No; that's right. Does anything occur to you that you think might be helpful to the Commission about which I haven't asked you—insofar as seeking the actual facts here is concerned?
Mrs. Bates. I don't know. I can't think of another thing. And I do have to keep from giving impressions I've got now.
Mr. Jenner. Yes. You have to——
Mrs. Bates. I mean, disassociate the past and the present. I've got to.
Mr. Jenner. That's right.
Mrs. Bates. Because I don't know anything about the man except what I have read—since then. And I cannot make statements on my opinions or things like that. I don't believe in it.
Mr. Jenner. All right.