Mr. Liebeler. When you talked to Oswald on the street that day, did he give you any idea who was paying him to hand this stuff out?
Mr. Andrews. No; he just said, "It's a job."
Mr. Liebeler. My understanding is, of course, that you are here under subpena and subpena duces tecum, asking you to bring with you any records that you might have in your office indicating or reflecting Oswald's visit, and my understanding is that you indicated that you were unable to find any such records.
Mr. Andrews. Right. My office was rifled shortly after I got out of the hospital, and I talked with the FBI people. We couldn't find anything prior to it. Whoever was kind enough to mess my office up, going through it, we haven't found anything since.
Mr. Liebeler. You have caused a thorough search to be made of your office for these records?
Mr. Andrews. Yes.
Mr. Liebeler. You haven't been able to come up with anything?
Mr. Andrews. No.
Mr. Liebeler. Did there come a time after the assassination when you had some further involvement with Oswald, or at least an apparent involvement with Oswald; as I understand it?
Mr. Andrews. No; nothing at all with Oswald. I was in Hotel Dieu, and the phone rang and a voice I recognized as Clay Bertrand asked me if I would go to Dallas and Houston—I think—Dallas, I guess, wherever it was that this boy was being held—and defend him. I told him I was sick in the hospital. If I couldn't go, I would find somebody that could go.