Mr. Jenner. A fishy handshake, was it?
Mr. Evans. That's right; just soft, like no bones in his hand; that's the way he shook hands.
Mr. Jenner. You mean he didn't have a firm handclasp; is that right?
Mr. Evans. That's right. His hand was not solid, like the average person that you shake hands with. It was soft. I had understood that he had been fooling around with machinery, but he didn't have the hand of a mechanic.
Mr. Jenner. Had you heard anything about him before he came to your house that day?
Mr. Evans. You mean in connection with this Cuban thing?
Mr. Jenner. Yes; anything about that?
Mr. Evans. No; that came after that.
Mr. Jenner. All right; we'll get to that in a minute. When he got to your apartment, he rang the bell, and your wife let him in; is that right?
Mr. Evans. Yes; she answered the door?