Mr. Hubert. Any other things then?
Mr. Mayo. Yes, sir. While I was on the Commerce Street side I had a Ford Fairlane car that came up about three times with two men in the front seat, and each time they would stop and ask me if he had come down—"What's happening?" I wondered then—now, I didn't mention that to Revill, because I didn't think about it at the time, but I wondered since then if they had some connection with this——
Mr. Hubert. You did not mention that to Revill?
Mr. Mayo. No, sir; I didn't.
Mr. Hubert. Well, you didn't take the license number?
Mr. Mayo. No, sir; it was just routine to me. They kept coming by.
Mr. Hubert. And how many times did they pass you, do you know?
Mr. Mayo. Third time——
Mr. Hubert. You saw them three times? Three times they came down Commerce?
Mr. Mayo. Came down—Commerce is one way going east, and they came down on my side and they slowed down and stopped and asked me, "Has he come down? Is anything happening?" And I would motion them on, because my job was to keep the street open.