Mr. Harrison. No.
Mr. Griffin. And standing, from where you were, even in the center of the entranceway toward the jail office, you could see up the ramp toward the armored car and you could recognize the faces of people up there, couldn't you?
Mr. Harrison. Possibly, yes.
Mr. Griffin. Was there—other than the little difficulty we all experience with vision, either through age or what-not, was there anything unusually difficult about looking up in the direction and seeing in the direction of the Commerce Street ramp?
Mr. Harrison. No.
Mr. Griffin. And how far up the ramp was the armored car or how far down the ramp, I should say?
Mr. Harrison. Well, I didn't go up there, but it appeared to be setting just backed into the doorway.
Mr. Griffin. Would you say it was halfway down?
Mr. Harrison. No; it wasn't halfway down.
Mr. Griffin. Now, were there officers, police officers, standing up there around the back of the armored car?