Mr. Armstrong. I don’t know—I don’t know whether I was or not. Somebody asked me about it—yes, I’m pretty sure it must have been the FBI.
Mr. Hubert. Didn’t you identify the girl as being Joyce McDonald?
Mr. Armstrong. No, I don’t recall—no, I wouldn’t have—I wouldn’t have identified the girl as being Joyce McDonald, because I wouldn’t have had any way of knowing who it was unless they described her to me, and as I said, it could have been Joyce.
Mr. Hubert. You remember a girl who worked about 5 or 6 nights at the Carousel Club and whom Ruby had taken home after closing hours on each of the nights she worked?
This was a girl that you tried to locate after Oswald was shot to help you run the club?
Do you remember looking for such a girl?
Mr. Armstrong. Oh, that was the lady—oh—I don’t recall her name now—“Duckie” or something like that.
Mr. Hubert. Tell us about that lady, in any case?
Mr. Armstrong. Well, all I know is that Jack had told me she had some knowledge of club running and that she was very smart and sharp and when I had went to see him, he had suggested that if I—he said——
Mr. Hubert. You mean when you went to see him in jail?