Mr. Hubert. Oh, I see.
Mr. Decker. They were barred doors.
Mr. Hubert. And you put all the press people out there?
Mr. Decker. Yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Did you check to see whether they were press people or not?
Mr. Decker. All in all—I was under the impression that they were—that the majority of them were press people. I don't think there was anybody in that room that wasn't.
Mr. Hubert. I mean, did you have any system of checking?
Mr. Decker. No; I didn't personally check and search each one of them because they had so darn much equipment—everybody had equipment—I don't care who they were, and I had my officers mix and mingle with them and knew most of them. You see, we got pretty well acquainted with that press for 2 or 3 days there because they were continually in our hair, you see.
Mr. Hubert. All right, sir; go ahead.
Mr. Decker. At the outside drive, or at the entrance to my carport—I moved a couple of my men—four or five of my special men there to be sure that it was clear when the man did arrive. I had been notified by Curry that maybe they would bring him down in an armored car and I had some other rumors—they would be bringing him in a car, and about that time on those live TV cameras in that room, the flash came that shots had been fired, that there was a riot on in the basement of the city hall, and if you will pardon my French and you don't need to put this in here, young lady, "We caught lightening in the jug in that room," sir. There is no question. They tried to crawl the walls, they tried to tear down those barred doors, they tried to do everything to get out of there and it looked like I would never get them out of the damn room.