Mrs. Hunter. Let me see, it was in a filling station—how come me at the station—I don't know whether that's the day that we looked at a car that this man had for sale at the station or not.
Mr. Liebeler. Where do you think this happened, Mrs. Hunter?
Mrs. Hunter. It was on the corner of Sixth and Hastings Street—I know where the station was—I couldn't even tell you the name of the station, because we were looking at a car there.
Mr. Liebeler. Now, what were the circumstances under which you were in this station, Mrs. Hunter?
Mrs. Hunter. Now, I have never been there but about twice, but at this particular time, last July until right after Christmas, we were looking just for a used pickup or a used car for my husband to haul his tools in. We have a used car at this time there was a car for sale there.
*Mrs. Oswald. After Christmas?
Mrs. Hunter. What?
*Mrs. Oswald. After Christmas?
Mrs. Hunter. No; I said we were looking for used cars, so that's bound to have been my purpose there because we do not trade with that man. Do you know a driveway and a filling station and a washateria on Sixth Street?