Mr. Jenner. You liked American girls, too, didn't you?
Mr. De Mohrenschildt. I am not queer, you know. Although some people accuse me of that even—even of that. Not as much as some other people, you know—because this girl really was the love of my life—Lilia Larin. Anyway, both Machado and I fell in love with this girl. She was a divorcee.
Mr. Jenner. She wasn't divorced as yet, was she?
Mr. De Mohrenschildt. She was divorced already once. But she had a husband some place in the background, who was a Frenchman.
Mr. Jenner. Guasco?
Mr. De Mohrenschildt. Yes. With whom I got into a fistfight. Well, anyway, the best man won, as it goes in the book, and Lilia and I fell in love—I just got a discharge from the military service in the United States, 4-F, and she invited me to come with her to Mexico. This was my experience with the FBI. Really, it is so ridiculous that it is beyond comprehension.
Mr. Jenner. Well, on your way to Mexico——
Mr. De Mohrenschildt. Around Corpus Christi—really, if we didn't have a sad story to discuss, the death of the President, you could laugh about some of the activity of the FBI, and the money they spend following false trails.
Mr. Jenner. Well, they don't know they are false when they are following them.
Mr. De Mohrenschildt. That is right. I don't know whose advice they followed.