Mr. Liebeler. Did you talk to him that day?
Mr. Andrews. No; if I would have got close enough to talk to him, I would have grabbed him.
Mr. Liebeler. What does this guy look like?
Mr. Andrews. He is about 5 feet 8 inches. Got sandy hair, blue eyes, ruddy complexion. Must weigh about 165, 170, 175. He really took off, that rascal.
Mr. Liebeler. He recognized you?
Mr. Andrews. He had to because if he would have let me get to that phone and make the call, he would be in custody.
Mr. Liebeler. You wanted to get hold of this guy and make him available to the FBI for interview, or Mr. Rice of the Secret Service?
Mr. Andrews. What I wanted to do and should have done is crack him in the head with a bottle, but I figured I would be a good, law-abiding citizen and call them and let them grab him, but I made the biggest mistake of the century. I should have grabbed him right there. I probably will never find him again. He has been bugging me ever since this happened.
Mr. Liebeler. Now before you ran into Clay Bertrand in the street on this day, did you have a notion in your mind what he looked like?
Mr. Andrews. I had seen him before one time to recognize him.