Mr. Liebeler. That's the one whose name you can't remember at the moment?
Mr. Andrews. Right.
Mr. Liebeler. Now this little fellow standing on the far left side of the picture, have you ever seen him before? Is he one of those gay boys who were in the office?
Mr. Andrews. No; these were all Americanos, these boys. He may be, but he is Latin looking.
Mr. Liebeler. He looks like a Latin?
Mr. Andrews. Right. This boy should be able to be found. I wanted to look for him, but I didn't have a picture of him.
Mr. Liebeler. Who is that?
Mr. Andrews. The one you just asked me about. If you put some circulars around to have the Latin American people squeezed gently, he has got to be found. They are very clannish. There are only certain places they go. Somebody has to remember him. He can't just come into New Orleans and disappear. As long as he walks the street, he has to eat and he has to have some place to sleep and—but I didn't have a picture of him, and nobody—you just can't do it. But a lot of water has run under the stream. He may or may not be here, but it wouldn't be too hard to locate him, you know, with the proper identification.
Mr. Liebeler. Well, your friends down the street have been trying to find him and haven't come up with him yet.
Mr. Andrews. Debrueys?