Mr. Liebeler. Do you have any idea how much he spent for his lunch?
Mr. Le Blanc. No, sir.
Mr. Liebeler. What kind of a place is Martin's, a pretty inexpensive place or——
Mr. Le Blanc. It is a reasonable place for regular factory—most all the factory workers around there eat there. It is pretty reasonable.
Mr. Liebeler. Did you ever form any opinion of Oswald? You mentioned that you thought he was probably a little bit of a crackpot or somewhat of a crackpot for playing this game with his fingers like he was shooting a gun, but just generally what did you think of this guy?
Mr. Le Blanc. I just—I used to always think—I didn't know whether he was right or whether he had troubles on his mind or what. I mean, I couldn't actually figure what was actually wrong with him, because, I mean, we would go on break and sit on the driveway on the bench. Usually among the maintenance—we always usually a lot of times sit together and we would talk over the job or something, but he would sit on the bench, and he looked like he would be staring into space, and sometimes you would think he was looking right at you, and if you would happen to go to say something, he wouldn't answer you. Looked like that is how far his mind was.
Mr. Liebeler. He seemed to be thinking about something else?
Mr. Le Blanc. Yes; and looked like his mind was far away at all times.
Mr. Liebeler. There weren't any of the men there that, as far as you knew, he ever really talked to——
Mr. Le Blanc. No.