Captain Jones. On Friday; yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. On Friday?
Captain Jones. Yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. In fact, did you go?
Captain Jones. No, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Would you state very briefly for me your activities from the time of the night before the President's visit up until the 24th? Just very briefly.
Captain Jones. All right, sir. I had been assigned previously in the week to have charge of the fourth floor at the Trade Mart where the President's luncheon was to be held. On Thursday night before——
Mr. Hubert. Wait. Thursday night?
Captain Jones. Thursday night before the luncheon. I was rather wakeful and a little nervous, certainly not anticipating an assassination, but because of some unfortunate incidents in Dallas, there was a desire not to have anything happen that would reflect on the city, and certainly even a humiliating incident such as throwing paper, eggs, or shouting or anything such as that. A little apprehensive about it, and didn't sleep very much. Went out to the Trade Mart on Friday and stationed quite a few officers at all the places on the fourth floor.
I had a listing and a schedule and all that. Remained there until afternoon—that is, after news of the assassination, and until we were told that we could leave. I then returned to the city hall and en route had cleared with the dispatcher that if he didn't have further instructions for the group with me that we would return to the city hall.