Mr. Armstrong. There was very few times when he was not and I always had the feeling that if he had that smile and talking and laughing, if it lasts all night, I always had the feeling that he would still have that worried and disturbed look and expression, later on after the club closed, somewhere after—I don’t know—after he got in bed or the next morning or something like that. It never lasted long.
Mr. Hubert. You got along all right with him, didn’t you?
Mr. Armstrong. We got along—we was always arguing, differences of opinion and things like that.
Mr. Hubert. Was he nasty with you?
Mr. Armstrong. Not—I wouldn’t say he was nasty. I would say if I didn’t know him—I would say he was nasty. I would say that I would go so far as to say that he was even cruel.
Mr. Hubert. To you?
Mr. Armstrong. To me and to a lot of the employees.
Mr. Hubert. Give us some examples of the cruelty you are speaking of.
Mr. Armstrong. Well, you could say—we had a speaker in the corner, a high fidelity speaker over in the right-hand corner.
Mr. Hubert. A loudspeaker?